Doing the right thing is always harder…

1 03 2012

I witnessed a car break-in last night. I still feel unsettled, strange… I thought about calling the police only after I got home… and I did it only after I called a friend to ask for advice… That was a good 10-15 min later. I feel ashamed. I should have called from the bus, especially after the 2 guys waved at me from the street… They were already 10m away from the car, maybe more… But for a moment I thought maybe I was wrong. Maybe they were just walking on the street, being nice… But then there was the cocky smile…

Yesterday was Karen’s last day in the office. We went out for dinner and afterwards I decided to walk home… I love walking in Brussels, especially when the weather is nice…

On my way home I felt my ankle bothering me so I decided to take the bus from Place Ambiorix. It’s only 2 stops but it’s not exactly the safest area in Brussels and I always ask myself how fast can I run if there is a need to? I was waiting in the station when 2 young men passed by me. At that point I was already starting to walk down the street thinking the bus is taking too much time to arrive… But one of them told me to stay and wait for the bus because it’s coming very soon.  A few minutes later I heard a noise, like glass being broken. I looked and I saw two shadows behind a black car. The bus came right away and, as I was hopping in, it crossed my mind that maybe the 2 very helpful young men from before were actually helping themselves when they told me to wait for the bus.

As the bus passed the car, I saw the back window broken and my fears were confirmed… The 2 young man wearing hoodies were walking down the street very fast. When we passed them, one waved at me and flashed me a cocky smile…

For a brief moment I thought about going back… but something stopped me…  I always overthink things. I always try to be very sure of what I am saying/doing. Accusing somebody of car break-in is a bit extreme for me… I feel ashamed. I should have stopped the bus, say something to the driver, run after them, take a picture, something, anything… Now there is somebody out there with a broken into car… I remember the feeling I had in Ghana after being robbed… I never got back my things and they probably never caught the guy… You feel so helpless… After that I told myself I will never feel helpless again… and here I am…

I gave a description to the police… maybe, who knows, they will catch them… At the corner of my street there is another car that was broken into… I don’t know its story but I hope somebody did something more about it…

A taste of Ghana in Belgium :)

11 08 2011

Yes, a month has passed and I am still happy 😀 Maybe I am in my honeymoon period with Belgium but I am not going to analyze it too much… I am enjoying myself and that is that…

But going back to the subject of my post… On Saturday I was very lucky to get a call from a friend asking me if I want to go to the market near Clemenceau metro station… Apparently it’s the biggest market in Brussels. Allured of the idea of Romanian sour cream and “pui cu smantana” and a touch of dill, I got super excited and trust me, I had every reason to be… I am a foodie and that market in my mind is now a big chunk of my Belgian paradise.

fried plantain 🙂

We got there, Bogdan started explaining the architecture of the market, and I found out there are 4 Romanian stores that have a wide variety of products, from Romanian “branza”(cream cheese) and “smantana”(cream) to even Romanian meat products and “pufuleti”. I was grinning happily, buying different things and then I saw IT… PLANTAIN!!!

While I am writing I have this big plate with fried plantain in front of me… Yummy 😀 I didn’t have red pepper or shrimp oil/sauce but I used butter and it’s as tasty as I recall. While cooking it I remembered all kind of things about Ghana and my friends there 🙂 I am not a big fan of Ghanaian food… Fufu, banku and the many types of spicy rice where never my thing but the fried plantain was the one dish I truly enjoyed there… ok, the fried rice with chicken from the Kaneshie market and the egg sandwiches from the side of the road are also a good memory but the plantain… mmm, the plantain 🙂 I used to eat roasted plantain with peanuts, fried plantain, plantain chips… My favorite was the fried soft one and here I am, after a year and 8 months cooking it for myself.

Ghana isn’t Heaven but for me it is so very special and in so many moments it felt as close to heaven as I could be. Looking back I didn’t appreciate so many things and spend lots of times bickering about them. I don’t regret those times, they are part of the experience, I only regret annoying my friends with my behavior 🙂

So here is to Ghana and experiences that shape us 🙂 and of course, to plantain 🙂

Me happy 🙂

PS: I wrote this yesterday evening while enjoying myself in my new kitchenete 😀

PPS: Image taken from Eating Made Easy

I like :)

30 07 2011

Under my umbrella :)

30 07 2011

There is no need to ask… me loves Brussels.

under my umbrella 🙂

I was reading an article today about how Brussels is like New York… and it had lots of comments on how dirty, ugly, small, smelly Brussels is… What I’ve learn in my life experience is that people see only what they want to see, and most of the times it depends on their mood. No place is perfect, no matter what we like to believe and I think the way we see everything is a very personal choice. Believe me, I was there. I am sure the friends I made in Ghana still remember my first weeks there and all the complaining I made… just as lots of posts about my life in India were angry and bitter. It’s not easy to adapt to new environments no matter how perfect they may be. Our perceptions are totally subjective and so very hard to control.

I like Brussels. I like the small streets with the cubical stone pavement. I like the cafes and the fact that there are so many types of beer to choose from. I like walking around and noticing so many different people. Different when it comes to their looks, their habits and believes… I like being anonymous, I like the parks and the people that ride bicycles. I like the sweets and the “boulangeries”, the pastry shop, The Grand Place and many many other things. It’s a place where you can melt in, observe and explore. I am not even tempted to be annoyed about the rain. Its just another part of Brussels 🙂

Tomorrow I am finally moving in my new place and I am excited to decorate it and transforming it into my home. I want to buy plants for my big window, I plan to cook every couple of days and write as often as possible in order to finish my big project as per my DL. I can just picture it, how it will smell and how it will become a part of me… Me obviously excited 😀

I like change. I’ve changed places so often in the last 3 or 4 years of my life that it has become a lifestyle. I would like on day to have the freedom to move around, 4 months here, 4 months there… and of course with one place that I can always return to…

Maybe Brussels will be the place where I can settle for a longer period of time. And explore Europe… I didn’t really focus on it so far. I already planned trips to Amsterdam, Lille, Paris and Switzerland… and that’s just till the beginning of October 😀

This FY is the year of the explorer…

Me happy 😀

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