Generally, not a good idea to get on my bad side. Definitely not a good idea to piss me off, on my good side, or any fucking side for that matter. All I am trying to do is ensure my beautiful princess is on time for her train.
So why rant? Because I had to accompany my better half to the train station - Gare du Midi in Bruxelles. Why? Because I wanted to. Not to ensure that she was on the train but, so that she was safe. Did so, tears were wept...and then she started crying too and so I left.....or attempted to.
I wanted to get some cash but...yikes! 300 Algerians were queing up to use the same cash point. OK, some food then. Nope - 300 Bolivians attempting to speak French and failing misearbly to get an egg sandwich or something.
Fine - I'll go outside and have a cigarette whilst contemplating my next move. I hadn't even lit the fucker when I was surrounded by marauding zombies asking for free stuff.
Fuck off and leave me alone!
I speak a few languages, not as many or as well as Mariposa (Queen of my Dreams) but enough to get by. 'Fuck off' wasn't working so I left, got back to my more familiar territory in Bruxelles.
Now this is not me being xenophobic, because I'm not but I tell you, these train stations in Bruxelles truly are a Circus of Freaks...