So I got koffiekoeken and coffee for breakfast, and a sandwich for lunch. There was also a fridge with water and beer, from which we could take as much as we wanted. Unfortunatley the 10 uniformed firemen who kept the order somewhat in the voting office had drunk most of the 3 crates by 11.00.
I had the terribly important task of putting stamps on all voting forms, and also stamping the call-to-vote forms, as evidence. (yes, we still use paper.) I calculated I made about 2400 stamps. I also had to return people passport, and managed to hand someone the wrong passport twice. That got solved however, but in one of the other polling stations in my town they managed to mix up two passports, which got discovered when one of them was standing in line for passport control at the airport. Bummer.
The result of all this is that the King now had to ask to a flemish nationalist republican to prepare the road for a socialist walloon gay man to form a government that will dismantle the state over time. The N-VA now needs about 60-70 new people to service their new giant fraction in parliament and oppose the most widespread and strongest rooted party in Belgium.
But I think there's a simple solution. We convince Flint of the flemish nationalist cause and put him into the negotiation room with 1 instruction:
"They're french, they're socialists and their top man is gay. Oo-rah!"
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