Ute la vamp

Dès le premier mois de grossesse, les hormones ont commencé à se répandre dans le corps d’Ute tel un fleuve abondant et intarissable. Elle ressentait des sensations qu’elle n’avait jamais connues avant.

Toutes ses amies l’avaient prévenue : « Tu vomiras et tu seras épuisée. Tu auras l’impression que le contrôle de ton corps t’échappe. Bien sûr, ce n’est encore rien en comparaison avec ce qui viendra à l’accouchement. Là, ce sera l’horreur totale. La grossesse n’en est qu’un avant-goût ! » Continue reading

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Las alucinaciones de Ute (flash-back)

The Mermaid.
Painting by John William Waterhouse, 1901

Como bien sabe el lector, durante la cuarentena y debido a algunas dramáticas circunstancias en su vida, a Ute se le dio por beber más de la cuenta. Acodada en la barra del establecimiento de la Avenida de la Corona o metida en su modesto apartamento ubicado cerca de las instituciones, con un infaltable vaso en la mano, Ute miraba con ojos vidriosos los cuadros y láminas que pendían de las paredes y veía cómo cobraban vida y hasta le hablaban los personajes que ahí vivían.

He aquí uno de los muchos episodios que le sucedió a Ute en aquellos días. Continue reading

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Behind the curtain

Diane had grown so sick of these cabaret nights. During the spring wave of the pandemic, the clandestine bar had been a safe harbour where lost souls came in search of a discreet encounter, whispering over a glass of bourbon and planning forbidden midnight meetings to ease their loneliness. You could live right on top of it and never guess that people met in a bar below. Now that Yollande had become infatuated with George her bartender, he had convinced her to “broaden” the pleasures and Saturday nights were now known as “performance nights”, whether Diane liked it or not.

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Guy´s Nightmare

As Avenue de la Couronne nears its end at the cemetery of Ixelles, there is No 476 with a clandestine bar. Guy goes there because he is lonely and seeking women. Ute is young and brimming with womanhood. Diane is a huntress who kidnapped a baby to protect it from harm. The stories interweave, as they usually do.

The second virus attack hit harder than the first one and people´s tolerance to restrictions has restricted itself. Nevertheless, the Corona Bar on the Avenue de la Couronne 476 “tenait le coup”, as they say in Brussels. When all bars in town closed again in the middle of October, the message of a clandestine drink place spread around and the bar crew had hands full of work. The barred windows overlooking an enclosed yard let little light in. That was good, as the windows could easily give the clandestine place away. The bar had easy opening hours, almost any time Now. It was good for more reasons; several unemployed people have found here a way to earn some extra money to the meager allowance the state offered. Continue reading

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Monsieur le Cardinal

Monsieur le Cardinal, vous me faites peur.

Enfant, c’est à mes cours de cathéchisme que je fis votre connaissance. Vous n’étiez déjà plus de ce monde, et pourtant votre ombre planait déjà sur vos lointains disciples. Continue reading

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