Oh Belgium!

Brussels is great! I'm loving every little bit of it: it's big, but not too big (as long as we can take the tram for free everything's fine). It's quite dirty, but then again - who likes clinically clean places anyway. It's an international melting pot, which makes the people here more tolerant and open. Brussels is a friendly city, unlike the French metropolitans. Drivers are not trying to kill every pedestrian, no-one feels insulted if you look at them and there's no problem with giving beer to homeless people on the streets and having a little chat with them.

I don't even have to mention that the beer is unbeatably fantastic here - tastes great, keeps the party going and creates unexpected encounters. Yes, our birthday party went really well, even though we had given up on it 'cause out of ca 70 people that we had invited, only one showed up - Maiu's brother. As Jaan Tätte sings: the ones I invited did not show up and the ones i forgot were there on time ("kõik kes kutsusin need jätsid tulemata, need kes unustasin aegsalt olid platsis..."). So, thank beer for the unexpected encounters which brought to our little party some Swiss, Polish, half-Russian and half-French people! What turned out was a mixture of drinking, laughing, dancing, singing and much much more...

And now I'm old all of the sudden:) Must leave this wonderful city soon. Must take responsibilitys and face the reality again. Must continue whatever I was doing or not doing back in Strasbourg (which seems so small, hostile and insignificant from up here). As if nothing had ever happened. And all that because they don't have the same university program in Brussels...
But maybe I'll come back someday and stay a bit longer, to see if I'd be able to live in the bourgeois-paradise called Belgium. (Or maybe not because Douglas Adams does have a point!)

And our theme song here is "Je t'ammène au vent" by Louise Attaque :)

Completely Normal

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J'aime mes amis. Surtout ceux qui comprennent l'humour divin et le depressionism.
This is another nostalgy-tribute to "once we were young and made things happen". But I believe that we still have time. Some days left of our shiny youth before we start getting all rational and paper-obsessed and wrinkly.
That's why I dedicate this to:

* when we didn't go to Berlin
* germans who said "beer" in stead of "hello"
* red boots and green hair (and vice versa)
* butterfly wings and Velbaum-exhibitionism
* võtted and flying teddy bears (or beers?
* the days when we put chemistry classes into practice with the C-H-O-O-L
* the drink-on-the-hill for any occasion possible (especially exams of course) tradition
* the musi-blackmailing and butt-mesuring
* when Vilbur became my deskmate
* the day we put gasmasks on people and made them think they're under the ceiling
* how we wrote poetry to Neeme
* the one day where the sun didn't rise for certain people because rum and absinth don't mix
etc, etc...

Of course all these events took place during our journey to "the right way" (Õige Tee), there are many more that took place after and that are to start happening in less than 24 hours. I thought it would be nice to celebrate the reunion of Mainnu by remembering some of the good old days when we were smart and scary and somewhat... less normal should I say