I begin to see ghosts in my house. Drafts a bit strange and not reassuring. Things go wrong. At the same time it could be worse and it could of course get better as in 97 percent of cases ...
The carnage of the summer was quite a victim in the French clan, waiting for the next generation of aspiring apprentices ambassadors multilingualism failures. But still some good friends from across the Mediterranean would have been organized and not to finish alone in a dismal state staggering back from the Horei (bar) is not so easy ... The contingent of amerloks obviously offers its share of people using them but it roasts and sometimes a bit much of Anglo-Saxon to me. My culture shock with the Arab-muslims not to mention the Coptic enough for me ... And they have a knack for helping me to cultivate the buggers, they contain a thousand surprises surprise you at any time.
Football game yesterday with N (my roommate) and youth at the monastery of Moqatam (Coptic quarter), pleasant but not easy and not that easy to be accepted even with my calves ... I had to leave my best slide tackle and I well thought I would have to break one or the other leg to be treated like one of them. Great moment also when N was smoking on the sidelines has been ringing bells for two or three guys ptits who claimed that Jesus saw the smoke. His place in heaven would be difficult to negotiate. If only they had known that N is a Muslim ... Although ...
There. My return to business in this city sue 24 of 24 after my trip to the country took place rather quietly. My whole body was in need of calm, I think. Fortunately for me it was the last week of Ramadan and the entire city gave me, offered a bit of rest. The streets were strangely calm, people stayed with family, work and concluded earlier naps occupied most minds and most minds were busy napping. You offer me a drink over a fourth of six followed by a meal with family or friends and a good cooked with it all and I do Ramadan at least 11 months a year! But hey, no nation, no religion, no Ramadan can not be perfect ...
Maalesh!
Now it boils again here. Nothing has changed. Or it changes so fast and without stopping I can not notice it. Or change is made in my head that in very short consecutive time to travel before my ideas fall into place and everything to be as before. Even
feeling when I returned to Belgium. You were and we were still all the same with some exceptions. And as well said Shine "Brussels is not improving and the people either, otherwise why change it? But certainly pessimistic vision of realism tinged like sunglasses sunglasses with which I look off the Citadel of Cairo from my balcony.
Whatever the intensity of my stay in Belgium I was able to escape the gloom. In other words, yes I was delighted. Exhausted but re-enchanted, as usual the girls felt good beer and beer smelled good cooked, the kitchen smelled good steak, roast chicken and pork. And then fly to something exciting like going on vacation at home ...
