Oh these North African girls of Brussels are intoxicating; arousing. As repulsive as the North African boys who try to rob me at night are, the girls during the day are intoxicating & arousing.
Belgium—surely there is no more fucked up country in Europe, which is why I like it so much. The racial divides as stark as in Iraq or Africa, yet here they do not blow each other up, they just argue about it. This is the European way. I love and admire Europe so much (at the same time as wanting out of the E.U.). Oh, a new barmaid in the Café du Dome—a blonde North African this time. I might have to stay longer than planned.
I don’t ever want to stop enjoying the naughty places, and the big-breasted Esmeraldas, because to me it is the only sign of life in me, it is the only thing that keeps me feeling alive. It is the only thing that gets me out of bed in the morning. In Brussels I want everything at once: I want Brussels Grill steaks, I want Ciné Paris, I want Fifth Avenue girls. I don’t know what to do first because I want all at once.
I have yet to see a really beautiful pair of breasts. Tomorrow I should hang around the Gare du Midi, but oh, there are no longer any bars inside the station. Disgrace. The Pullmans and Murphy’s all gone. And Maes Bar, was that a third? That is why Gare du Midi/Ibis is no longer the place I centre myself around, like creatures around a black smoker. I instead move to the top end of the Boulevard du Adolphe Max. Just a shame the ABC and California have already gone since my first visits back in 2002-4.
Brussels Grill over the road from me here in the Café du Dome, tempting me with its succulent delights. I resist. Let it be the last thing I do before bed.
In the old days my holidays were a three-way battle between Love, Art & Eros; but I found the one person I can love and so now I never fall in love with anyone on holiday. The trips therefore just become about A&E. And drink and food; more than anything drink and food. My trips are all like La Grande Bouffe these days, with the emphasis increasingly on the drink & food. 230pm on my first day back in Brussels, and annoyingly it is hot and sunny. Rain is promised for the next 2 days. It had better not let me down.
I love Esmeraldas because I do not want any involvement whatsoever. Involvement is like being stuck in a giant spider web, glued to it, waiting for the giant spider to come back and eat you, like in Lord of the Rings. I have to enjoy Belgium & Germany & Austria while I can, before Najat and her ilk take over Europe.