Moroccan Nikita's

                  In the middle of my dream, I heard something like  "now it's gonna hurt a bit". Before I had the time to react, the nurse had torn off the bandage that was covering my right eye.  She helped me to stand up, guided me through the hall, round the stairwell, left, left again, and made me sit in front of the slit lamp. Time for the ward round. I was half asleep, had the feeling the place was crowded, and could barely see anything.  The familiar voice of my surgeon draw my attention so I put my chin on the machine to have my eye checked. When the doctor carefully opened my swollen eye, I felt like the strangest thing was happening to me. I could see the closest forms to my eye quite clearly but as if it was through pristine water. The lines of the microscope I saw were clean, even if swaying , the world looked like if I was diving in an aquarium. I was seeing. through the eye of someone else.  Exactly one ye...

Kony 2012 had been on all week long on Facebook. Seriously, people, why do you share every viral video you see on your social networks without double-checking information? Ok that's about Uganda, and it made me think of my Moscow trip made possible by "Johnny" from Rwanda. It was a day like any other in our Brussels office (oh and I sometimes miss this attic overflowing with instruments, old pictures, yellowish newspaper-clips, rolls of  paper for faxes - these were not there anymore - and more STUFF) when we received a phone call from Russia. It was "Johnny" from Moscow, requesting one of our Balkan Brass bands. From then on, we were talking to Johnny everyday. Not that the negotiation would have been tough. Nothing was a problem for Johnny. Not the travels from Macedonia for 12 people, not the fee (that we had set high, cause well, prejudice made it so that you don't want to do business with unknown promoters unless it is very well paid and paid in advanc...

Notre enquête se confirme. Nous avons trouvé hier dans la cheminée du château de C., à moitié consumées, deux lettres de la comtesse Marianne de Saint André à son amie d’enfance Louise de Carnillac. Lettre du 21 février Ma belle et bonne amie Louise, vous ne douterez point du fait que vous me manquiez.  J'aurais aimé vous voir, le teint ravivé par le soleil  et le vent aussi léger qu'impétueux des contrées  méridionales.  N'ayant point quitté le gris du paysage belge ces  temps-ci, je m'aventure au loin dans mes pensées et  dans mes lectures.   Si le thème même du voyage pu me paraître presque  odieux il y a deux semaines, car je le mettais en  relation avec le départ du Comte B***, je suis plus  que curieuse de m'entendre raconter le désert et la  terre d'Algérie, comme un périple audacieux. C'est avec regret que je dois vous annoncer que nous  devrons remettre nos retrouvailles, car je ne fus...