The Legacy of Dorijan Alain-Maaike van Cambille, the Vanished Belgian Bolshevik
During the Second World War, it has been chronicled by many Belgian historians that a small minority of Belgians, rather than falling along the Axis-Allies line, supported the Comintern. Along with resurrecting the Red Legion and the Walloon National Militia, many of these Communist-sympathizers fell in with a new group, founded by the seemingly ageless Dorijan Alain-Maaike Van Cambille. Returning from his post as a founding member of the Soviet KGB, Van Cambille organized a small but extremely violent resistance movement in Brussels during the war.
Van Cambille, however, died in 1942, choking to death on his cigar.
At the end of the Second World War, rather than disarming as most of the militias had, Van Cambille's cadets went to Spain as an armed, Soviet-backed military cadre. There, under the leadership of Van Cambille's adoptive son Marco Van Cambille, they carved out a territory in Basque Country. The Cambillez cadets- as they were called in Spain- were one of the more successful Socialist groups, defeating Franco's Falangists several times. At the same time, they sent numerous agents abroad to Africa, particularly to Congo-Brazzaville, attempting to overturn, by intrigue, the right-wing government in place there.
Van Cambille's cadets in Basque Country, plotting an attack.
Marco Van Cambille is pictured shirtless, on the left.
During the 1957 NATO intervention to end the civil war in Spain, Van Cambille's cadets conducted a vicious guerrilla campaign, finally ending pipe-bomb attacks in 1960. The Cambillez group then turned to politics, becoming a core element in Spain's left-wing coalition.
Van Cambille's Legacy, therefore, lives on in the modern-day Spain's
Cambillez Party, the leading social-democratic political organization that has traded elections with the Conservatives in Spain since NATO intervention in 1957.
Van Cambille, although born a Walloon who pretended he was a Fleming, would end up being remembered fondly in Spain.
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Ah, civilization.
You're such a bizarre little idea.
Why do we not all eat each other?
I do not know.
Jack.
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