One Sunday afternoon in February 2008 I went out for a walk. I spent a couple of hours loitering along the streets of Brussels. I did not take any photos as there was nothing special happening. I headed slowly back home. Then all of a sudden, near Tour de Madou I heard people screaming, horns beeping and a cavalcade of cars approached. The cars were full of young people, leaning out of the windows and waving the flags of Kosovo. They were enjoying the first day of independence.
