First days home were tough though... i felt i needed to hide myself from friends and acquaintances, by avoiding the strategic eurocrats hubs and by using my hijab every now and then, when risks were too high to bump into someone i know. nothing has changed, people are still working hard on their complaints about life or on the friday's scoring busi

"il voyagea. il connut la mélancolie des paquebots, les froids réveils sous la tente, l'étourdissement des paysages et des ruines, l'amertume des sympathies interrompues. il revint. il fréquenta le monde, et il eut d'autres amours, encore..." g. flaubert, l'education sentimentale, chapitre vi.

Essai polaroid a etretat, normandie, france

Zinneke parade ou la parade des "batârds" de bruxelles, 31 mai 2008

Qui l'aurait cru, mais le havre peut aussi avoir son petit charme, entre les immeubles de béton (mais travaillé, le béton!) et ses docks... petit weekend de mai, au grand air du large.

Petit moment détente apres tous ces mois de voyage... un livre incontournable, si vrai, tellement vrai que parfois le rouge me monte aux joues, morte de honte, a force de m'y reconnaitre ou d'y reconnaitre certaines personnes! quelques extraits (vraiment, on s'y croirait!): insistez sur l'hopsitalité légendaire de la population locale. valeur ap

So guess where i am now? unexpectingly, i came back to brussels a few days ago, incognito, it is bizarre not being a backpacker any longer (i cannot help myself but staring at backpackers here in brussels and try to make the first eye contact, as it used to work, with no avail), to wear normal clothes (girls are rather naked here with their top and