31 January, 2008

What are friends?

This morning is beautiful. I start finding it odd. I've been here too long.

How do we make friends? ... how do we keep friends? These are the neveranswered questions of an assimilating stranger. There are people that you meet, that seem not to notice you, despite the fact that you talk to them, that you ask them questions and verbally worry about them and their lives.
What does it mean then when someone, a practical stranger, actaully enters your life and seems concerned about you and interested in your being...? How does it work? Why do you trust? Why is it easier to talk about everything?

The big ball of light has just come out from behind the dark, heavy curtains and shins stright into my mind, through the left ear. It warms my mind up...

05 January, 2008

life goes on

I don't write about the belgian politics any more, because it's kind of solving itself.

I didn't write about the Sinterklaas (6th december - presents!!) because I didn't get any presents ;), even no chocolate Sinterklaas, which is a tradition here.

I didn't write about Christmas because, except for my big lovely christmas tree, there was no real Christmas this year for me. No traditional cuisine on Christmas Eve, no presents under the christmas tree. That's how it goes here. Calm but... empty.