One week after I’d started looking for a place to live in the B-city, I moved in, now two months ago.
I visited just one place, shown by an avid windsurfer with a white Transit, so what, there are more windsurfers in Brussels. And he is, apart from his van, an atypical one, meaning someone I can enjoy having a conversation with.
My nearest neighbour in the house turns out to be a singer, hey, what else do you expect in a house shared by five.
In the house they drop the last letter from her name, making it sound like the name of my future former employer. From what I hear, my neighbour is really into soul -not the most popular genre these days- just like the wife of my future former employer.
Then this scene in my street, mine is a ’94 NA, the other one a type NB, launched in ’99. It has a Dutch license plate.
I bought mine from a Dutch couple.
“Le hasard serait la forme de manifestation de la nÃ©cessitÃ© extÃ©rieure qui se fraie un chemin dans l’inconscient humain”
‘Coincidence would be how an external necessity eases itself into the human subconcious’, Andre Breton.