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leads to another ....

the middle I made friends with a resident: Oualid. E 'Algerian, 31 years old (5 of which spent in prison, 3 of them in solitary confinement because of his religious beliefs and political). Monday he called me and told me: j'ai reçu the positif! (ie Belgium has recognized this as a political refugee.)
Wow ... At the center
great festive atmosphere, all in a circle to plan the future of Oualid now started looking for a house, a job ... well, it can build a real life. ... Until they approached Burim (20 years, Kosovo Albanian) ... in silence, sad. Not him, he received "the négatif" after a year of waiting ... waiting ... and waiting.
Burim Yesterday, I and other residents of Rixensart we went to a concert. During the pause, he looks at me with two big eyes blacks and asks me: Do not you have a Belgian friend wants to marry me? Instantly begin to laugh but then we stop, we both know that it was a joke but the voice of bitterness and despair.
I invited some 'of people to dine with me tonight and this afternoon Elva Cecilia, industrious, they cooked, a Peruvian dish made with potatoes and garlic (ah. .. that goodness), a sauce vegetable to accompany the Moroccan bread, pasta "cheese and onion" ... there was an atmosphere around the Bolognese style because of the four speakers (too bad there were not faithful companions ... my roommates and living Travel ...). Let's see if the evening will be a success and if the famous Cecilia's parties can be exported en Belgique ... (a intanto. .. bathroom is small).
(I apologize for references Bologna ... but I was educated by a moment of nostalgia ...).
pearls of wisdom. Tony, 5 years: you can not throw out the window, otherwise you may fall on persons who are in that window. A
tantot ...

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a month, no regrets, a hundred thousand times (a hundred thousand colors) Salman Rushdie

front of the paper (electronic ... sigh) white escape ... the words that follow one another in my head ...

In recent weeks I have experienced the full spectrum of human emotions ... The budget

My first long month in Brussels positive. But that effort.

Today I said goodbye to HCB (Center Happy Boy) and his brother, they go to Jordan. So my friends if they leave. We decided not to say goodbye but au revoir their mazmazel was a lie: we know that we shall not see anymore ... you just have to rummage through the corners of memory for laugh a bit 'of our crap (like this: We have closed in the subway because we are not after the last train leaving the station ... and we had to call Monsieur Metro o'clock in the morning to get us to leave ...).

This month there was no lack of Cecilia: Wednesday I received my first important job in the middle, that is suitable for 2 interns to h11 and show them the center and the different services ... well: Cecilia anxious occurred on the track 7 of the Gare du Nord to h9.30 (the train is at 10:52) ... wait ... wait ... here comes the train: I climb, while changes in the electronic scoreboard and part an announcement: the train does not go in Rixensart! Um ... but those who understand voice announcements? They close the doors ... the train leaves ... and I read carelessly the direction Leuven ... in my head frozen light a bulb (too late) ... Leuven ????? It is not my direction #%&!§ off at the first station: Schaarbeek (read: the Bronx). The station is deserted, the voice announcement fault, no electronic scoreboard, schedules scribbled ... at that moment I wanted to cry. But finally I've gotten (and, of course, I arrived late to the official put my first assignment). Meanwhile, the emergency continues

cold ptag rue 58 ... as I write in the kitchen I turned on 3 burners to heat the room.