Phlegm In Newborn's Throat

Brussels without cars, metro free! A real godsend ... so me and we took the opportunity to Nermin we went to the cinema Kinepolis (27 beautiful rooms ... wow wow, I'd say) ... to see Mirrors (which do not recommend it to everyone who has a heart murmur or are emotionally ... that I would not have to go to see it ...).
My week starts with a beautiful awakening h6: 30 to go to French school ... where I find that a terrible fatwa hanging over my head.
The teacher gives us a discussion topic: racism ... and the debate inevitably slips on religion (remember: my class is composed of 10 girls, 7 of which referred to 3 practicing Muslim wearing the veil) and my neighbor bench wrapped in his diving suit me severe announced that a lost soul as
a) atheist (if I were a Christian, meaning "people of the book" I had some chance of redemption)
b) I had more with morosini which I have not spent any time talking about meteorology before marriage
c) do not wear the veil, and this does not make me worthy of the respect for people.
Very good.
A little 'pissed off I tried to explain that
a) I do not believe in God but not for all this violates the 10 commandments
b) l'amour c'est l'amour
c) men should begin to rein in their hormones even if they see a hair that falls on the cheek of a lovely girl. Hmmm
but my neighbor's desk, as well as the right arm of Al Qaeda from what I understand, has not deigned to hear my comments and did not use half-measures to tell me that I do not believe in God but when I die God will judge us and will be my cock.
loooong well.
I thought my day was not over Once out of the school gate but life holds for us a lot of surprises. After 3 hours at Rixensart
to do absolutely nothing because there was absolutely nothing to do (except, of course, play pool) and after eating a TERRIBLE overcooked pasta and tasteless at the table of my heart ... I get on fine Walloon train ... and I am filled with a pungent smell of cognac, a drunk passed out in my car.
I think only one word: Yuppiduppidu
the conductor arrives, comes the security guard arrives ... the ambulance comes to take Monsieur Alcolique the station. Fortunately
home I was expecting a nice cup of tea with cinnamon prepared with much love from my roommates Romanian (atheist) ... Home sweet home
ah! If you do not write more about the blog ... it is because the Supreme Court of Islamic Emirate of Brussels made me blow up like the Buddhas of Bamiyan ...