Sometimes you have those moments. Moments or lost pieces from the past in a one particural moment rises in your head.
When I was a kind I've spend more than a year in Belgium, mostly in Brussels. There's a plce called Rue des Bouchers, in fact two small streets in Brussel's centre. Famous among tourists because of two things. Fish restaurants and their sense of creativity for making an exposure of their 'work'. Back then a huge amount of any kind of sea food and fish, just in front of restaurant to attract hungry and curious customer. And so I remember the little/young sharks out there too.
And those sharks attract me once again. But this time the things are changed. Now I know what's it all about. Now I'm curious too, not like a tourist. I suppose in a whole different level.
So there was me again. Same town, same spot. Different people's faces but still same pattern. But they weren't there. Now you see a few lobsters, oyster and shrimps. Ofcourse that's not good either. No doubt about it. But it's all changed and I don't know why. Didn't ask. Just walked around. Even the air smelled different. And I don't know why. Actually nobody does. I'm ok with that.
Merci Bruxelles.
