Snoozing.
Ahh, the age old snooze. I thought I had beaten you!
But perhaps the reason you entangle me once more, is that same reason which you strangled me in the past: Indeed, I did not really want to wake up or look forward to today.
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.