Candles in the cathedral,
Ieper, A place, very small, even though it looks old, it's completeley rebuild after 1918, the end of the first world war. Every corner is a reminder to the cruels there. As we arrived by bus, we were with a complete class, first thing we went to the Ieper Museum. It's a good museum called In Flanders Fields. It's a museum with all kinds of reminders of the war. Everyone get's a ticket with a name on it. One died already who'story you can follow though the museum by putting your card in a slot. There were many sort simulations. One was a room were all around you are screens with war. Screaming people and smoke coming from the floor. The first time it was an impressive experience. The second time, I waited for a friend, I got so sick I had to go.
Life finds a way after so many years in a walkgrave
At the ending of my visit I had a workshop. Maybe that was what made the museum so special to me. After a long climb though the old looking building we arrived at a small bright green room. Here we got an explanation about some museum pieces, wich we could touch and hold. Many know the stories of the french going to war with blue coats, like in the time of Napoleon. Those coats are for real, and we could all feel the heavy and itchy fabrik of it. But kostumes weren't all we saw. There were helms, guns weighing very much and old papers. But also hand made granates and empty canonfeed. I've seen many of those in musea, and on pictures, but if you hold them, and they have a personal story, the're even more impressive. After the visit we had some time to lunch.
Walkgrave, very impressive
Next to the museum is a great cathedral. I lit a candle, even though I'm not a christian, it seemed the right thing to do. But even though we very well got the cruels of this war, a whole day was jet to come. Our next stop was a english sementary, many graves doomed on our way there. There was a bunker there, for medical use, it lays half under the ground, it's cold and dark. The knowledge that hundreds of people, even children as we found not much later, died here on a daily base. Simply undescribable. In the caves, as I find the best name for them, we found wooden crosses with a plastic poppy. Our guide told us this is a habit of english students. When they go to belgium to see the remains they all get one of those crosses, they're ought to lay them somewhere they found impressive. Outside again we all felt relieved to be out, even though we were still on a sementary. As we walked past the graves some 'specials' where picked out by our guide. One belonged to a boy of only 15, who'd given his brothers name as his own.