It’s finally been snowing over this god forsaken place, hiding its grey and depressive ugliness. It lasted an afternoon, then it melted. Forgive my negativity, but I don’t like Brussels. In fact, to say that I don’t like this place doesn’t traduce my resentment, because I fucking hate Brussels and, one day, I don’t know when and I don’t know where, we’ll move out of here… Preferably in a place where it snows in winter, with trees.