Eurocrats rarely see Molenbeek, the Brussels commune that has become the focus of police investigations following the Paris abominations — except, occasionally, from the windows of their chauffeured limousines. A canal separates Molenbeek from the monstrous EU buildings of the Schuman quarter; but the two districts are divided by much more than a stretch of gray water.

Brussels is home to two types of immigrants. First, there are those (like me) who are in some way connected to the EU or to its ancillary industries: lobbying, journalism, PR. Then there are the large Turkish and North African populations, connected to their ancestral countries by the satellite dishes through which they watch TV from “home.” The two worlds rarely meet, except when an EU official gets into a taxi, or perhaps hires a head-scarfed cleaner.