On a walk through the small Parc Ten Bosch in Ixelles you can admire the beautiful autumn colours and fruits of the most peculiar plants. When the October sun is still warm, sit on one of the wooden benches with a good book or just observe the season around you.
This is my country. It’s grey, it’s cold, it’s waiting. Waiting for the snow to bury the stripped landscape in a pure white blanket. The fields like a lover’s stubble, trees like needles pointed at the heavy sky. Everything is quiet. And then: Footsteps, cracking branches and a few carefully selected words.