What does this mean? What is this feeling I’m having? I can’t make sense of this.
After some great conversations with my dear friend Abigail, we’ve created a lot of confusion and open thoughts in each other. Awesome!
There’s too much to talk about, so let me begin.
The actuality of being born out of nothingness and to experience being conscious is, to be honest, beyond words.
Ever since I was born, I’ve been fascinated with this miraculous mystery we like to call “the experience of being alive”.
Berlin.
Street art, cultures from all over the world, street guitarists playing Jimi Hendrix covers, massive buildings, big parks, triple the amount of car lanes compared to Belgium, bad English of non-foreigners and the freedom for anyone to express himself.
A unique and wonderful place for sure!
I remember it profoundly.
Exiting the train station of Brussels North, the fresh wind wholeheartedly introducing the monster high fancy buildings.
Clean and open space led to the various entrances of the monumental glass castle towers, one of which expected me among the 23 other students.