Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
I wonder if, when I leave a place, it still remains there, or it dissapears, recreating itself the next time I come
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
"od svega više volim fabrike,
metal, gumu, struju, pogone,
al mila neka to te ne brine,
od fabrika još više volim te"
A Book About Brussel
page 5
page 4
page 3
I feel sad every time I am leaving Brussel.
Even thought I know I am not going far away.
While the train speeds up, the people, buildings and trees lose their forms and turn into a colorful strip that passes the wagon window.
The wagons are rapidly filling with nostalgia.
page 2
I like cities.
When I start to feel uncomfortable in one place, I go.
Still, I usually stay as long as it is sunny and warm.
I like cities. But I don't like when it is raining.
page 1
I love Brussels when the sun is shining.
When I'm walking in the city or sitting on a bench, reading a book. Then I feel as if I am in a novel.
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