I’d love to paint my recent stay in Belgium with colorful images as the following days were filled with sorrow and mourning. Usually this kind of mood makes me very creative but this time it blocked me to the core. I just want to remember the light talks over baguettes, cheeses and glasses of wine (I finally learned how to taste it properly), in a flat designed so cool that I could move in right away. I want to remember the symmetrical facades of the city and the bikes in front of them making the perfect match. The pub where you can snack peanuts and drop the shells on the floor. The toothless smile of little Gabriel; a purring cat kneading its bed on my legs. I want to remember all the good things about this multicultural melting-pot with joyful music on the streets.
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