People move every day. They commute to work, they leave their homes to go and live somewhere else, on the other side of the globe. Boulot, metro, dodo. A person or more a day leave our lives, but the same number enter. Balance, everything is about balance. I have been told so before I arrived to this marvelous city called Brussels. The locals do not like to mingle with the international community, because they say we will be leaving sooner or later. In a way they are right, however I am still here. Am I just waiting to wake up from this strange dream? Here are some moments from one of the spontaneous lunch developed into farewell party for a soul that just left us for the sunny, green and calm south France. However, hope never dies, right?!
In this collage: Samir, the friend of an evening story teller, half Algerian, half French; Rita, south Italian; Vlado, true Serbian; Jennifer, a local; Liam, another local; Gergana, imported Bulgarian; Angelo, north Italian; another Italian, this one from Sicily; candles from the flea market somewhere from Paris, bananas from Costa Rica, barbapapa from local store, pictures of mountains in the back from Slovenia, the hanging thing on the fridge from India, the white sheep a products made by Portuguese and British, T-shirt from HospitalityClub mtg in Warsaw, PL...what else can I say...globalisation, we love you:)
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