Category Archives: Observing Brussels

Who is the Plumber?

Posted on 16/03/2022 by Katarina

We are storytellers. Not just we, the writers, but we, the humans. We put a story on and around everything and believe it to an astonishing degree. Stories also serve to simplify and understand a situation. It is overwhelming how different … Continue reading →

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Who said what, who wanted this or that, who did what, or didn’t: the Confessions of a COVID government teleworker (2)

Posted on 20/06/2021 by writingbrussels

Though George liked to describe himself as “A non-avid user of social media”, as the weeks had gone by, he found the isolating nature of the lockdown had induced him into consulting, much more often than usual, his rarely-viewed Facebook … Continue reading →

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It makes you wonder what is going on behind the scenes: Confessions of a COVID government teleworker (1)

Posted on 19/06/2021 by markrowancropper

“This all reminds me of that film, back in the 70s, ‘Confessions of a Window cleaner’. Why, we could write a book together, only this would have to be called ‘Confessions of a COVID government teleworker’” hailed George, as he … Continue reading →

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Guy: End of the Story, or Beginning?

Posted on 14/05/2021 by Katarina

This was the last thought that Guy´s mind shot while he was leaving his body: “The women finally killed me.” As the mind shut off and the soul took over, it said in a calm, clear voice: “No, they have … Continue reading →

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New dawn

Posted on 08/05/2021 by writingbrussels

“It’s a new dawn It’s a new dayIt’s a new life for me…♪♫”… “And am I feeling good?” Diana asked herself as she walked down from her bedroom in her new Overijse home, carrying little Rose in her arms. The sun … Continue reading →

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