Yesterday afternoon when I went home with a not too big nor too small yam in my hand I saw mister Matonge walk in the direction of the restaurant his girlfriend owns now more than 25 years. “Do you want it for your New Year?” I said a little sarcastic. “C’est un betterave ça!” He said reminding the naked fields in autumn as you see so many in Brabant. I thought he was a much different man. Someone who explored Congo, in those times called Zaïre.