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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.
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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.
The rain makes me sad.
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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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