Like the feeling of getting lost, cause there is no train service.
Like looking for a french book in Galerie Bortier.
Like meeting nice people, who don't speak english. Or german. Or anything.
Like getting pickpocketed without noticing. (And then - no money, no VISA, no ID card, no driver's licence).
Like walking up that short narrow street, which has no name.
So many special things about Bruxelles.
And I had the chance of experiencing them just hours ago.
Und ich komme zu dir nach der Weise der ganzen Welt.
ReplyDeleteOb's komisch klingelt oder nicht: zieh dich bitte gut an, es ist ziemlich kalt hier.
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