Category Archives: Observing Brussels

Dear George (2/3)

Artwork: Enrique Cropper Such was the immediacy of Patricia’s internal dialogue with her dead husband, there were even times of the day when a semblance of normality appeared in relation to his physical absence. “Besides,” Patricia had often jibed, “he … Continue reading

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Dear George (1/3)

Photo courtesy of Cambridge-news.co.uk The day after George’s funeral was the hardest day of all. Patricia had been in a daze for over a fortnight. From that sudden realisation, when Lucija, George’s colleague, had urgently called her that evening to … Continue reading

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El gato de Serengeti

Svetlana debe de tener mi edad. Es rusa, fortachona y muy distinta de la rubia despampanante de su retrato en WhatsApp, donde se la ve joven, muy maquillada, con el pelo suelto y parece una diosa. Hace años que vive … Continue reading

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Au-delà des mots

« Tu as regardé dans le tiroir de la table de nuit ? » « C’est le premier endroit où j’ai regardé… » « Mais où a-t-il bien pu la mettre ? » Dans la chambre de leurs parents, Maxime … Continue reading

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Love Letter from Other Side

The angel of wood above a gate of a house at the Petit Sablon, Brussels Dearest Warrior, Traveler, and Lover, My dear Weirdo, I see that things often feel stagnant and incomprehensible to you from your perspective. And you sometimes … Continue reading

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