Imagine you are living in your house in the place you are born and raised, where you know everybody and the living is good. Than our gouvermont decides that your village is needed for the expansion of the port of Antwerp and everybody is evicted. Getting undermarket prices for your home and no place to go. That is what happened in the village of Doel, it is one of the remaining polderplaces still there, many has gone in the past. But and there is a big but, you get out and the village is left alone, abandoned for listen good, not 5 not 10 not 15 not 20years but untill today more than 20y it is still there. Your home was vandalised and squaters came in, lived there happy for 15y and more. Nowadays all the house are boarded up with metal plates and access is restricted. Some people never left and are still fighting for there village, I think about 20 people still live there.They get my full support. What for me is the hardest about this place is, it has turned in a tourist attraction, busses with tourist come here daily now. When walking around here and talking with some people, the place made me feel very sad.
One of the words on one of the houses spoke just the plain truth:
WHEN MONEY WEIGHS HEAVIER IN THE SCALE THAN PEOPLE
The money on this machine is still in Belgiuan Franks and not in Euros
The old school
Something I hoped never to see here, a school with barbwire
Imagine your bathroom
Somebodies pride and joy, a workingshed or what is left of it
The place is covered with not high standing streetart. This is only a small part of the pictures I took. Maybe there will be a second post.