As Avenue de la Couronne nears its end at the cemetery of Ixelles, there is No 476 with a clandestine bar. Guy goes there because he is lonely and seeking women. Ute is young and brimming with womanhood. Diane is a huntress who kidnapped a baby to protect it from harm. The stories interweave, as they usually do.
The second virus attack hit harder than the first one and people´s tolerance to restrictions has restricted itself. Nevertheless, the Corona Bar on the Avenue de la Couronne 476 “tenait le coup”, as they say in Brussels. When all bars in town closed again in the middle of October, the message of a clandestine drink place spread around and the bar crew had hands full of work. The barred windows overlooking an enclosed yard let little light in. That was good, as the windows could easily give the clandestine place away. The bar had easy opening hours, almost any time Now. It was good for more reasons; several unemployed people have found here a way to earn some extra money to the meager allowance the state offered. Continue reading
Après ses déboires amoureux pendant le confinement, Ute s’est mise à boire plus que de raison. Qui plus est, toute seule chez elle. En débouchant une bouteille de vin, commandée récemment avec le reste de ses courses sur Internet, elle s’amusait de la proximité de ces deux mots en français : boire – déboire.
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