Take a good look in the Mirror – today (1/3)

“In a multi-cultural organisation like the ERA”, spouted George at the first Christmas drinks party he had been to in over three years, following the COVID hiatus, “we all need to work that much harder to maintain good relations amongst ourselves…”

Almudena, George’s long-standing colleague from the analysis department, a sharp, dark-eyed brightly dressed woman from Cordoba, in Spain, was listening intently.

“But what you’re saying, Almudena, just goes to show that by far the trickiest relations for us to hold together are those we have with others of our own nationality!”

The subject of miscommunication between colleagues had come up again, as it so often did in the ERA. Almudena had been sharing with George her impressions from a quarrel she had witnessed on-line. It was a dispute between two French directors, Rabot and Lautrec, following what she had described, using that popular ERA euphemism, as a ‘misunderstanding over some fine detail of fiscal policy’.

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Writingbrussels reading on January 27

Friday 27 January at 7:30 p.m.
Writingbrussels is back with more stories.

We will be hosted by the General Consulate of Slovakia, 195 avenue Molière (Ixelles). Free entrance.

(Link to the songs: Narcisse, Frère de combat, À presser le pas)

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No more Afraid: Now, Phobos, didn’t we meet? (3/3)

Image: Phobos from a mosaic in Halicarnassus, 4th century AD (@Theoi.com)

The dedicated doctors and nurses attending George in the intensive care unit of Ottignies hospital that spring of 2021 had become extremely concerned for his life. Patricia had been kept fully informed of the implications of a “pronostique très grave” and of the necessity to keep him in an induced coma, now in its 19th day.

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No more Afraid: is the Blank white or black? (2/3)

Image: Black and White by Malevich (@Pixels)

“March the sixteenth 2021!” announced George that morning, finding it rather ironic that, exactly one year since the lockdown began, Lecomte should send one of his percussive e-mails rattling off that ‘the team’ should “Come back into the office, for an ‘urgent meeting to discuss the next steps of the financial package to re-float the European economy.’

“Lecomte’s never really adjusted to teleworking” said George to Patricia, as he was preparing to leave the house. “He still likes ‘the let’s-get-everyone-round-the-campfire’ feel,” in a tone of undisguised irony. “It’s not hard to imagine him in his shorts running a scout camp. He’s like some sort of ERA-Akela whose biggest thrill in life is to order his pack to ‘Strike camp! Fetch that kindling! Skin that rabbit! Ging Gang Goolee Goolee Goolee Watcha!” Patricia stood quietly by, waiting for her peck on the cheek. “Any moment he’ll have us singing songs in a circle to help build back team spirit after lockdown!”

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No more Afraid: the hidden mystery of Health (1/3)

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“You know what’s going to happen next, don’t you” said George, in the middle of a news bulletin, at the start of the UK’s roll-out of the vaccination programme in early 2021, with the promise of a way out of the ‘greatest public health crisis for a century’. George could see a new problem coming: “Politics will walk all over biology. Another scrap between political egos will ensue. And the people will once again be scattered, like seed to the wind”.

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