On March 22nd, 2016 I was living about a kilometer away from the subway station Maelbeek, Brussels, where the second bomb attack of that day occurred, and when I saw the first “Pray for Brussels” messages appear on social media I decided we had to do something fast, because that was not who we are.
So I put our good old Manneken Pis to work and charged him to take that message of resilience, defiance and typical Belgian self-deprecating humor around the world, all the way to Viet Nam (see bellow).
Voxunit 