When I moved to Brussels in 2005 it was May, rhododendrons were in blossom, the days very long, and we spent the first summer discovering parks mostly. It felt like holiday. I had no idea of winters here, of darkness and coldness and wetness, and so I fell in love with the lighter part of Brussels first; the mixed and chaotic tune and the laid-back nature. I didn´t have a clue that despite the relaxed atmosphere a lot is very organised here, much more than I would ever think: schools, public places, parking, waiting and eating habits, etc. Dense population requires rules, so I learnt and keep learning until now.
The passion for Brussels filtered through my eyes and soul is in the stories I write for the group of WB. The very moment I am writing the paragraph, a girl on a horseback is passing our street in Woluwe. Indeed, the capital of Europe has many faces.
With gratefulness for the experience, I offer the stories to all readers, and especially to the people who have opened their hearts and have become friends in this town of rainy reputation.