Ah, les Belges!

Some four months after the burglary in my flat, the police summons me for an interview. Questioned about the course of events and details of stolen goods, I pull out my copy of the police protocol taken by a Flemish officer the day after the event. It contained all information asked for, but today’s officer obviously had never seen it. But then a second problem arises. She asks: “Could you translate it for me? I only understand French.”

Ah, les Belges!