Belgian proverb

[Harkonnen]

Touche

[Harkonnen]

Charity visiting a poor cottage
Goes by night and cautiously

[Dandelion]

Walloons have the coolest anthem of Belgium. Region that could expand mentally in the 19th century and mature. It's nowadays a depressed alcoholic, whereas modern Flanders is a child growing up.

Sure have to visit it again. The linguistic barrier is keeping me from it, I have to admit.

[Gold-Shekel]

Walloons have the coolest anthem of Belgium. Region that could expand mentally in the 19th century and mature. It's nowadays a depressed alcoholic, whereas modern Flanders is a child growing up.

Sure have to visit it again. The linguistic barrier is keeping me from it, I have to admit.

Depressed alcoholic? Kind of, you're talking about people who vote MR.

Socialists are the chillest Walloons.

[Dandelion]

Depressed alcoholic? Kind of, you're talking about people who vote MR.

Socialists are the chillest Walloons.

Liège is also more pleasant a place than Charleroi, but even Carolos can be a merry bunch to hang out with (once sold something on Ebay to a Carolo, and he was the friendliest guy imaginable).

Those MR-voting snobs from Walloon Brabant, though, they're a bunch of blowhards.


Bunch of Carolo students



I'm less enthousiastic about the 'Flamins jamais' and 'Fourons wallon' part. Otherwise, very fun people.

One thing to notice. Walloons talk more often about Flemish than we do about Walloons. It's because we are 60% of Belgium I think. The Flemish stereotype is one of parochialism, though. A stereotypical Fleming doesn't look beyond the shade of his town steeple. A mentality I dislike, by the way.

[Harkonnen]

A Flemish proverb:

In the port of Amsterdam there are sailors who eat on overbleached tablecloths. Fish dripping, they bare their teeth that could chew up a fortune, descend the moon, and gobble up the ships shrouds. And they smell cod right through and into the heart of fries. And their big hands invite to bring back even more.

[The Great Uniter]

A Flemish proverb:

In the port of Amsterdam there are sailors who eat on overbleached tablecloths. Fish dripping, they bare their teeth that could chew up a fortune, descend the moon, and gobble up the ships shrouds. And they smell cod right through and into the heart of fries. And their big hands invite to bring back even more.

Excellent.

[Harkonnen]

Excellent.

They twist their necks to better hear each other laff.

[Dandelion]

Finnish humour is of the kind that it's impossible to laugh at it, yet still is legit humour.

[The Great Uniter]

They twist their necks to better hear each other laff.

Excellent.