As I told last week, I have been to Doel again.
Every time I go there things get sadder. The last people are thinking about leaving (or not) the village which is threatened by demolition for the expansion of the port of Antwerp.
This is the Camermans Street, where only two people are still living today. This is a bright winter day, but at 4pm it's getting colder and colder. My fingers are freezing. Until the old Emilienne calls me for a coffee and a little jenever. This is not the reason why she got the nickname "The Angel from Doel", but now I think it is really well-deserved.
Another day, another street. The Engelse Steenweg, so called because the British army came in 1944 to liberate Doel. The house on the left was a reputable restaurant, but nowadays it's only visited by Dutch hooligans who cross the border to break windows and to put graffiti on the walls.