When I got my teachers degree, we did a project with a group of 10 students in Denderleeuw. We had to do something with the town's heritage, and our projects would be shown in the streets. People could then go for a walk along the artworks. I made a poster and a map for people to use with some info about the artists and their work. On the back we all agreed on this picture of a priest who rescued a precious statue out of a collapsing chapel. This is what heritage is all about: saving what is important.
Also I did a project of my own. I heard about this game kids used to play underneath the bridge. They would run fast and try to touch the end of the bank. I thought I could compete with this. Touching the end of the bank was way to easy, so I would announce myself as the 'King of the Banks', and run back and forth until I couldn't move another centimetre. I called out to the people of Denderleeuw that their honour was at stake, and that they had to compete with me, the 'King of the Banks'. Some people did, but only one kid from the neighbourhood could win against me. Their is something much more important to people these days than the town's honour: not sweating to much on a Sunday afternoon.