Just an ordinary day in the Turkish quarter of Brussels.
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I make photo walks, even in the coldest day taking a photo makes my heart warm. Composing a daily street scenes with details is my aim. Mirror of a sleeping Vespa is the center of attention as the snowflakes act like a curtain behind my vision. The old woman walking slowly is out of focus, you may think that no one cares for her anymore. There is actually a bike tied on top of the balcony she is passing by. I have to admit, the city I live is absurd.
A blue Vespa, nearly parked in the center of Brussels.
A nice vintage bike in Leuven. Effects by Pixlr-o-matic.
It’s the time, have to pack my bag tonight. Tomorrow under the giant wings I will be heading home. I am not homesick. Do not know where my home is. Things seem to be happening too quick. Both of them not physically existing is hard to swallow.
They call me that I stand strong and firm. I repeat that I never wanted to be strong or firm. There is this song on the repeat: “In my sleep”… My life beats in my sleep not in my dreams, its so vivid and yet real.
Next five weeks I will solve many problems, my brain will keep itself busy. My heart will cry. Kikita will be around, I will suck the energy I need to survive. I will be in Urla with his paradise. I will keep writing, I will keep observing. I will…