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Karl Marx's Revolutionary Brussels
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March 1, 2011 |
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I walk the cold deserted streets of Brussels on the 1st of November. The sun rises in front of me over a thousand chimneys, quickly spreading light and shadow over the sidewalks. It gives the red-tiled rooftops the colours the night took away. I squint my eyes and pull up my shoulders, and put my hands a bit deeper still in my coat pockets. It's Monday morning but the streets are empty; November 1st is All Saints Day, the day when Catholics remember the dead.
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