On the terraces on the Grote Markt, Aalst often repeat: See zen graalich verschoeten. They are shocked that Ilse was murdered. Always Ilse. Never Ilse Uyttersprot or the previous mayor. Always just Ilse. As if she was their girlfriend. A friend who always spontaneously approached them to ask how they were doing. And now she is dead. Even killed. Can not be grasped.
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Safir, the cafe of Ilse Uyttersprots ex-mother-in-law and brother-in-law, is central to the market in Aalst. It is understandably not there on Tuesday afternoon. Their staff obliged them to remain silent. “But maybe …
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