A pocos se les hubiera ocurrido que la llave de las disputas territoriales españolas pudiera venir de Bélgica de la forma que puede venir: Bruselas es, en el fondo, el único impedimento para que los corazoncitos nacionalistas piensen que la independencia por qué no. Me refiero a no estar todo el día tortas jugando al quiero y no puedo.
The Economist no ve ningún problema en el fin de Bélgica (recuerden: Aznar quiso sacralizar las fronteras en la Constitución Europea y el silencio todavía le rodea). Fué un buen invento, dice. Pero ya no:
Brussels can devote itself to becoming the bureaucratic capital of Europe. It no longer enjoys the heady atmosphere of liberty that swirled outside its opera house in 1830, intoxicating the demonstrators whose protests set the Belgians on the road to independence. The air today is more fetid. With freedom now taken for granted, the old animosities are ill suppressed. Rancour is ever-present and the country has become a freak of nature, a state in which power is so devolved that government is an abhorred vacuum. In short, Belgium has served its purpose. A praline divorce is in order.
Belgians need not feel too sad. Countries come and go. And perhaps a way can be found to keep the king, if he is still wanted. Since he has never had a country—he has always just been king of the Belgians—he will not miss Belgium. Maybe he can rule a new-old country called Gaul. But king of the Gauloises doesn't sound quite right, does it?
Countries come and go. Mariano: no te envuelvas en la bandera, que no va por ahí. Empieza por saber que, certainly, they sometimes go.
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