If you really feel you are Mick Jagger, does it matter that you are actually not? This is a weekend challenge story.
a croissant with strawberry jam (not home made, but very decent), a glass of freshly pressed orange juice and a cappuccino. your preferred breakfast (late, at half past ten) in a café just off town centre, served by your usual, yet not very friendly, waiter. no tip, of course. and the entire day ahead. what’s ...
Barman at Café Belga. The slow hours, just after lunch-time. I ordered a cappuccino and the barman said « Wait and watch how I make it! » So I did. Waited and watched. He showed me how to put the palm-tree design in the milk foam on the top. Then, when he saw my appreciation, ...
In 2016, Belgium celebrated the 150 years of friendship with Japan by building a beautiful Japanese design from flowers. More than 100 volunteers assembled this famous tourist attraction in four hours. Every two years Brussels’ Grand Place gets covered by a flower carpet consisting of nearly one million begonias.
Rays of light break through the clouds to illuminate the misty-sheened dock whose worn planks have felt the weight of limitless seekers on their journey to infinity. Beneath the dock, this narrow, worn pathway, froths the sea, holding its multi-layered secrets, thus providing a glimpse of eternity.
“Good morning,” they wished to each other. “What a lovely day, don’t you think?” continued the blue one while stretching her little wings. “I thought of visiting the red rose in Ms Potter’s garden, she looks so gorgeous and delicious in sunny days like these. Would you care to join me?” replied the spotted one ...
We either didn’t know where Ella was born nor exactly when. It was said that she probably was a Podenco mix from Spain. We’ve found her in an animal shelter where she was waiting for a family to give her a home. She was found tied in front of a supermarket where somebody abandoned her. ...
It’s a good position. I’ll win this game. And then I’ll be depressed. It’s a bad position. I’ll lose. But then I will know precisely who is to blame. Not me, for sure. I usually remember if play with white or black. If that Tuesday afternoon on the 17th of June 1986 I move queen ...
It was clear that at a certain point you would scream. . I just didn’t think that it would be so quiet. . After.
Rain or shine, I would do it all over again.
for one moment it almost looked like as if the day might have turned out not altogether too bad.
I must admit I have a soft spot for hyenas! As they are far from being the mean, deceitful and aggressive creatures from the Lion King. When spending time observing a hyena family at its den, often we couldn’t stiffle our giggles at the cubs’ boisterous antics, chasing each other, gnawing small trees, jumping on ...
She was delighted to be photographed. She was even more happy to sell us tea. There were few trekkers in low season and her tea place was one of the few open. “Are other trekkers coming behind you?” she asked. This lady here lived in the mountains with her husband and a fat dog. She ...
Heartless BruPol police unit evicts begging mother of 5 for causing a disturbance in the red light district of downtown Brussels yesterday evening.
Aaid is 72, a Rohingya refugee. His wife and grandson were shot during the perilous journey from Myanmar to Bangladesh. During his get-away from men with knives, he saw a little boy crying along the street while there was a house burning nearby; the boy was calling for his mom and dad who were nowhere ...
A wise Buddhist said something along these lines: when you add a spoon full of salt in a glass of water, the water becomes unbearably salty. But, when you put that same amount of salt into a lake, it makes no difference. It is a lesson for when we feel drowned in our own sorrow ...
It came without warning… There was no indication on the abrupt future events, and it had been wonderful weeks in the French Alps, spending time with friends and family. During the last days, none of us could think of the coming work week. Now, while waiting at the airport for check-in, I am slowly returning ...
Three things. One. It makes me mad that my boss cannot spell my name after we’ve worked together, on a daily basis, for over a year. He signs my expense statements, holiday applications and a dozen other documents with my name in the heading. Two. Someone should have told me that Alex was gay. Perhaps ...
Spot used to be an ordinary dog in every respect. Eat, run around the garden with its tongue out and flapping, play, lie in the shade. Then one day Spot realised he has a taste for 20th century American literature. He taught himself to read then goodbye to rubber bones and fetching sticks and hello ...
How to come up with something important to say? What a struggle, ha? Or maybe not. During our day, we process a lot of thoughts, some bigger, some smaller. Yet, there are clearly drops of meaning tangled in our daily webs. I find it handy to have a little a notebook with me wherever I ...
Early morning light and shadow drifted like mist through the window shades. She looked at the shadows on the walls, threading through her soul and she remembered last night. The blanket was crumpled on his side of the bed. Now he was gone, but in the vase he once gave her, he had left the …
Alone in the misty, pale landscape, reflected in all its glory: the Flame Tree reproduces itself. While others acquiesced to the biting frost of winter, the Flame Tree’s red and gold brilliance remind all who see it that Nature provides splendor in the midst of faded; beauty within decay and ripples that continuously recreate wonder.
Rays of light break through the clouds to illuminate the misty-sheened dock whose worn planks have felt the weight of limitless seekers on their journey to infinity. Beneath the dock, this narrow, worn pathway, froths the sea, holding its multi-layered secrets, thus providing a glimpse of eternity.
per chance. per say. (it’s raining bad, okay?) per choice. — For now, we agree on certain principles. The rate of admission, percentages and the right of you. — The rate of error, and the beauty of a going concern. Notes recovered: they’ll amount to a tune. — If you can only wait.
The Brickwork of yesteryear graces the buildings of cities and people rush by without even seeing its beauty and craftsmanship. The designers, long gone, strove for elegant architectural detail. But people don’t look: they are focused on their reflections in the glass and steel skyscrapers ahead.
“What’s wrong with you? Are you crazy? Taking pictures of people in the street?”
I bought a tombstone for my father a while back. Had his name and date of birth engraved on it. No date of death, though, he’s still quite young. Well, young for his age. — I presented the tombstone to him the other day. No special occasion, I think it was a Wednesday. I said …
The plunge was brutal. A near-death experience. But then—what do I know about what death is like? – I’ve lost my vision temporarily, and my senses took refuge in the tips of my fingers. The bay was about seven hundred and one meters wide across. – Aeons ago, someone said to me: “You must swim …
Male character, in his 40-early 50s. Auditioners should have (or be able to put on) contemporary New York accent. Actor must be able to grow thick beard and sweat on cue. Role requires ability to show ambition (including capacity for parricide) and to perform mundane tasks in barn. Actor must be ready to betray close …
In the quiet stillness of the woods, the little girl’s eyes sparked with joy as she witnessed the deer jumping through the meadow. Memories of Bambi’s tale stirred in her mind. As she grows up, she learns that there is tragedy, beauty, and joy in the journey to adulthood.
It was a paternal kiss, rather than anything else. – I don’t like it when you kiss me in public. – It wasn’t even a kiss proper. My lips barely touched your forehead. – We got shouted at anyway. – Little shit punk. We must ignore them. – You think we got shouted at because …
Good afternoon, sir. – Hello. – Are you one of us? – It depends… – Depends on what? You’re either one of us or not. – Depends on who you are. – We’re the community. We belong. – Ah. Okay. – So, are you one of us then? – I’m not sure. Frankly, I’m not …
in a single day. overnight. sadly repetitive. turning into — exactly what? a facsimile of the maddening sameness. onto itself. myself included. especially and irrevocably locked.
Almost there! All good things come to an end and this day we are heading back towards the airport. But a lot can still happen in one day, the route is still long. The three cars travelled separately to meet again in the evening and celebrate the trip all together one last time, with style, …
I kept the best for the end. If you know me and my photographic interests, you must have seen it coming! One of the goals of this trip was also to observe the Artic night light show, the Aurora Borealis or Northern Lights. We got lucky enough to see them twice during the week there. …
That day we went to Jokulsarlon Glacier area. We did some photography stops on the way there, to admire some waterfalls and glaciers, and reflection of mountains and vivid autumn vegetation in puddles. While arriving on our main site for the day, the group split around to observe the glacier, its lagoon and the icebergs …
When you are introduced because you cannot introduce yourself. When you’re spoken to softly to keep up appearances. When you keep staring at your shoes, picking at the hem at the bottom of your jumper. When you want to rewind — go back, go blank — just for a minute or two, thinking she’d be …
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