Après plus de dix années d’interactions intenses avec les Bruxellois, je ne saurais dire avec certitude ce que veut dire être Belge. Je sais seulement que je ne le suis toujours pas, malgré tous mes efforts d’intégration. Continue reading
Ah, la belle vie de l’expat ou du travailleur international ! Toujours à voyager, comme s’il partait à la découverte du monde. Ceci semble si idyllique, mais qu’en est-il vraiment ?
Ça devait être un petit trajet tout simple : deux heures d’avion, et puis je serais de retour à Bruxelles.
J’adore ce slogan, de tout ramener à « deux heures ». En fait, si on regarde bien, Continue reading
Drawing by Astrid:
We are interrupted in the middle of our Spanish lesson by a solemnly looking woman: dark, long, sleek hair, pronounced eye-brows, no eye contact. She presents her case:
“I hear you are speaking Spanish here, and we are having a Spanish poetry reading in the other room. Too few people have come, may I invite you to join?”
My spontaneous reaction is No, I like this class, we have a lot to do and to discuss, I do not want to. At the same time, saying no is something I have been learning all my life and have not mastered yet. Plus, Raquel, our Spanish teacher, gets excited in the presence of another literature related soul and starts telling the woman that we are also writers. The unknown dark woman does not seem to be moved by having stumbled upon pen-friends, she just needs more listeners for the event. Continue reading
Sunday 14 January at 5 p.m.
Writingbrussels is back: join us next Sunday for a great reading and funny stories: you’ll definitely never believe it really happened!
There are six of them. Eva, Gaëlle, Mark, Yves, Veronika, Katarina. These artists from many different nationalities have joined hands to support each other’s creative output. Standing at the cradle of the artistic collective there was also Miguel, but that one moved to Berlin, but no worries, his spirit keeps marching on, since the membership keeps growing. Dulce has recently become a full-fledged pillar of the initiative. The collective is based in Brussels.
My wife and myself were invited yesterday, on Saturday, the 18th of November. The exact location of the event was only disclosed at the last minute.
We were welcomed by our host, an exquisite social butterfly, Veronika, a Czech lady who’s fluent in French and also writes in French.
The living room of the apartment was arranged like an ancient Greek theatre. We were treated to fine wine -the kind of wine that has a story to…
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