
They had been planning a holiday to Lyon and southern France, but just then a war broke out and their flight got cancelled. Since they already had their Schengen visa, they figured: why not fly to Paris and spend the holiday in Belgium?
That was on a Thursday. By Saturday, they were in Brussels.
I heard about it on Friday, shuffled my agenda around, and already by Sunday morning I was sitting on a terrace on the Grand Place. And there, for the first time in two years, I saw my Lebanese friend Maya and her brother Fadi again. We could spend just a couple of hours together, but we were to have a second chance. They had already prepared a great travel plan that would take them through Bruges, Ghent, Antwerp and Luxembourg, all the way to Cologne – where we could meet up again one weekend later. When we indeed met again this past weekend, we had more time, and we were in a bigger company. My girlfriend Marjon hopped on a train to Cologne, and my friends Richard and Shirin joined as well, kids in tow.








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