|la maldita naranja belgamita en tierras bárbaras*||
In Liège - As I was cycling back home in the middle of the night, I passed an empty busstop where someone had apparently disappeared, leaving her shoes behind. If someone knows or has an idea as to what happened to her, drop me a line. One of the hypotheses is that she grew wings and took flight, leaving her shoes as they each smoked a cigarette righty then crushed on the floor. This morning as I cycled passed this stop again, they were still waiting, though not for the bus.