lazy Brussels

I sit in a large room. Full of french music. Belgian walls invite me to become the part of them. I feel calm and peaceful. Those are first impressions. I already saw this flat in my dream. At that time exaggerated into the huge apartment with thousands years old trees in the middle of the garden that was at the same time the hall. From the garden you could enter the rooms, like in the chain they were following one another. At the end was small room, with small window. Full of blood and single bed. I was already in this flat. Now I am again.

The road was enough long to get not enough sleep and make me feel so tired that now my brain is playing with me. Is giving the ideas of projects that I could realize. The sun is here again. Somewhere behind me the bird is singing the autumn song. In front I can see the bricks wall. It looks so strange in this place. It is covered by the plant that like invader is spreading down their long arms of destruction. But this time it is not destroying. It is illuminating the old monks monastery. I also feel a little bit like this here. So ridiculous and true. To be in the center of European Union and feel like in some remote cloister. And the walls are high. 3,5m - that's what I like, and missed from Wroclaw :)

From the road I remember countless number of trucks. Like if they wanted to export and import everything just in opposite direction. If they were trying to convert the map, make the positive from the negative or maybe just in the other way. Sleepless nights of trucks. Following the lines of Europe again forward and back. The vision from "Cagoj" comic book if revived in front of my dreaming eyes. There is no more car during that blackness. All the people decided to take off from one place and cross the sky to avoid time, avoid the sad vision of reality. In tax free shops, cheap but still exclusive vodkas and liqueurs. Perfumes that they would like to buy but finally they only water themselves with the free testers. The roads in Europe are empty. So wide, so empty, so free, so static and so dynamic at the same time. The roads in Europe belong to trucks and their drivers. Each time when we were passing one I looked back to see if there is a free space next to the driver. I imagined few times I sit by his side in this specific mood that is only in trucks, when you are crossing the world during the night, I drive with him, listening to the radio or his stories from the road. Each time we passed the truck and I could see the empty sit I smiled. People around looked at me if I were at least weird. I knew they don't understand and I didn't care.

My first lesson of French was already given to me by a guy that I asked about direction. I asked him in English. Probably he only understood Avenue de Maelbeek and he frown in beautiful French. I tried to follow him as fast as I could understand some words. He talked and talked and talked.... probably as typical french. i listened and listened and listened and suddenly I stopped to listen to him any more and I just felt happy. Simply happy. Next guy took me to the train station and showed me with his finger the train I had to take. Again I entered the world of smiled people. It is 6:20 the train half full or half empty of people. Half of them are smiling. That's so positive. Unfortunately on Esterbeek metro station I got off. I tried to ask about my street but there was no answer. I even typed it on my laptop and google map showed me the root to some mystic house that i couldn't see at that time. After one hour of roving around I decided to wake up Louise so that she could help me to find out where the fuck I was. The rest you know, if you don't remember start from the begging :)