No longer afraid of what? Well, read.
Linda stepped out of the front door, turned, and almost bumped into a man. “Sorry,” she murmured headphones on, not ready for a conversation. The man was moving his lips; he obviously was saying something, so she switched off the music and paid him attention.
“I know you!”
“Ah, bon?”
“You are the woman who comes out of the shower and walks around the apartment naked without curtains closed.”
They were in a narrow street of the Brussels neighbourhood Elsene. Behind the windows of three and four storey houses the lives of different people were going on. Linda liked to keep the windows naked to be able to have the contact with the surroundings. The two watching series again… A party of students preparing a dinner together… A man in boxer shorts on the phone splurged in a comfortable chair… Some scenes repeating themselves, many scenes repeating themselves. Even though, each moment is a new moment.
“Yes, and so?”
“You do not mind the whole Tulip Street see you naked?”
“The street has no sight, to start with. Then, I am on the third floor, so the show is mostly for pigeons, and they do not mind. At least, they never told me.”
“Well, apart from pigeons, inhabitants of 4 or 5 buildings on the 2nd 3rd and 4th floor are also involuntary spectators,” he said.
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