Behind the facade of a stately mansion in Merksem, a carefree tune is whistled. Then Ruben Block opens the front door, decked out in neat black trousers, a panther-print shirt and silver hair slicked back. That gravity is also capable of great art is proven by the one strand of white hair that managed to escape from the grip of the wax jar and which casually swings in front of his forehead.
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