Code Mémoire is an artistic project that aims to promote mediation between the public, the intangible heritage and the territory where the project is located, contributing to the integration of culture into the daily life of neighborhoods and cities.
Code Mémoire App helps you to geolocate and scan the QR codes situated in several places in the Matongé neighborhood and listen freely to seven stories.
The stories combine reality and fiction and have come to life through several interviews with the residents of Matongé.
Choose your own route. Enjoy this sound journey.
Now you are a flâneur in Matongé.
Explore Matongé's roots!
At that time, the Athénée had the reputation of being an left-wing school. It was attended by students with "no future", who were not marked down for skipping school or for not passing their exams. The press, frequently mentioned problems of drugs and violence and some teachers taught half-drunk classes in the local pub’s nearby.
At the age of 11, Fernando became a shoemaker's apprentice. Somehow it was an ironic activity, since he did not own shoes and was still walking barefoot. Perhaps it was this irony that inspired him to leave and seek his fortune elsewhere. His friend António, on his part, had become a professional tunnel designer.
My husband finally opened a small art gallery, the first one dedicated to African paintings in Belgium. He knew nothing about art, but his heart loved it. Art had a special effect on his heart. The colors were good for him. The Beauty was good for him.
In the middle of these paintings, there is a large poster where you can read: "I am an old red skin that will never walk in a single file." The author of this sentence is Achille Chavée. I burst out laughing. It’s the best of Belgian surrealism with a great sense of humour. Marguerite allows me to photograph the poster because she believes that the sentence should be displayed on all the walls of the city rather than being trapped here, in her apartment.
That same evening, Ndingi Vunda told his grandfather about what happened. The grandfather realized that the time had come to tell him the truth. He began by revealing to him that his father's name was Mansia, which in kikongo means unstoppable.
He imagines himself going up to the apartment, drinking wine, talking, listening to music, smoking cigarettes, making love and falling asleep next to an unknown body. He decides to sacrifice his stable and exemplary life for an adventure to which the end is still unknown. Why? For what reason? Jan ignores.
Badjoko is a well-known and respected dealer in Matongé. You can see him there, especially at night. If you ask him what his job is, he'll tell you fearlessly, without blinking, or any hesitation: "I'm a dealer." Then he will give you a huge smile, a smile of pride and self-confidence, as if the word "dealer" had another meaning for him, a meaning you don't know yet.