A few weeks ago, MO* received a phone from Johannes Decat. He was in Syria, about which he would write some reports. John did that regularly. “He was a world citizens who had lived in Cairo (Egypt, ed.), But who felt just as well at home in Brussels or Ghent,” writes Mo*.
“He was a welcome colleague who was bustling with the ideas. A journalist who was a writer. A writer who tried to carefully unravel reality – even though he sometimes hurt him.”