There are reasons not to live in Belgium, but yesterday I was intensely longing for an evening with my southern neighbours. After all, they have 'testing for admission' in the cultural sector just a little better regulated than here. When I attended a 'testing for admission' performance in Antwerp, there was a tent in front of the theatre entrance where, with a time appointment, I walked in, got a cotton swab in my nose, could wait 15 minutes for someone to personally tell me I was ok and then hop it ...
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