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Part
5: Is
this just fantasy?
a
reception desk, an exchange of numbers and figures, an elevator,
a wrong floor, a flight of stairs, a corridor, a last turn,
and there it is, my room, waiting for me with ac, waiting
for me with silence, with space, with softness. good to know
it is here, good to know it will be there at the end of the
evening, good to know i have a cool place to sleep. i drop
my bags, i feel like taking a long cold shower and take a
long soft nap before i go again but then i hear the world
whispering outside, the night moving, the streets vibrating,
as if the heat would have set them alive. temperatures are
still in the thirties outside, at nine in the night, it feels
like Spain, it feels like South France, it feels like moving,
it seriously feels like moving, and so i just do the fastfood
version of refreshing myself while my mind already is out
and about again. i grab my bag and follow it, down down down
and around the corner and out in the great wide open, out
into the Boulevard that leads to the center of town, to the
Grand Place, where two friends fo mine will be waiting, right
in the middle of a place in the middle of this city in the
middle of the capital of Belgium.
narrow streets,
small shops, coloured houses, brick roads, peaks of churches,
pillars of palaces, stairways to heaven, the Place de Martyrs,
the Church of Saint Nicolas, and then the Grand Place, and
grand it is, grand and elegant and majestic. i don't know
where to look first, i hadn't expected anything like this,
a circle of sights, a place of oldest history, memories of
time engraved in monuments that are glowing in the night,
glowing in golden light. it's great, it's overwhelming, and
there is just one little thing wrong with it: in the middle
of the Grand Place it isn't my friends who are waiting for
me, but a stage with a complete classic orchestra on it, just
about to begin with their show. a last minute mobile call
gets me to the new place to be in just five minutes, just
before the music sets in, just before any communication would
be drowned in drum rolls. and with a drum roll the concert
neither of us expected starts: with Helmut Lotti giving the
classic version of the Bohemian Rhapsody in this more than
mild summer night, with those words that ring so true, especially
here and now: "Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?"
they don't feel
real, this moments, but they feel great, and they just get
better. some songs later the special guest of the evening
enters the stage: Cliff Richard, here, at the Grand Place,
singing songs about long roads that lead over mountains, singing
songs about flying like a bird across the sky, singing songs
about sailing stormy waters to be free.
Part
6: A skyline unfolding
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