The Belgium Trip
Belgium had always been the comfortable warm place to run away to for me. My family lives there, thus explaining my familiarity to these grounds.
I didn’t have the chance to spend some time in Brussels, though, as I was rushed to a train to Antwerp as soon as I touchdown in Zaventem, Belgium’s Airport. Paul was already waiting there for me. I did only as much as order a cup of coffee and waffle in Brussels’ train station before heading straight to Antwerp on the speed train. Still clad with the same sets of luggage and clothes I inherited myself from London, we flashed our way through the peasant grounds and farmlands of Belgium. Paul was a darling, and a huge relief to witness. I can’t help and smile every time we set our eyes to each other. I wasn’t sure whether it was the sheer elation of having him on this train ride with me, or just the ridicule of his blue eyed boyish face that I should point out as the cause.
Antwerp Six was my next subject of study. The international Art Festival held in this city was of course not my first choice of things to report on, considering the fat that I could have gone to Paris and cover some debutant fashion shows instead. But it was fair enough; I got the chance to see Antwerp and Belgium again, and that really suits me fine. Besides, this way I can hold on to Paul a little closer without the fear of being caught by people we know.
It seems funny, but it did kind of feel like we were in our own world, thus we can hold each other and walk with each other freely as if we didn’t have whatever we left behind in London, New York, or wherever for a little while. It felt as if Brussels was all we know, and now had become our city. It was just great, I felt like I could stay in this already warm city forever, with the person I had besides me, of course. It really did seem like the thought of Lee never really succeeded to burst through my head. I didn’t think that it was wrong, but I was living a life that was not my own in those three days (instead of my work, of course).

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