A Flemish farmer is “born with a brick in his belly”, But what are bricks to us are not bricks to Ikaros. Well, I got lost walking in these cities and towns in which I am certain Luc could give perfect directions to any passerby. You readers, if there are any out there, know...
Read more →We finally made it. Everything is unpacked, bar those items that we need to store elsewhere for lack of space. You can’t believe how hard it is to move from a place with 420 square meters of floor space (including various storage areas) to 90 square meters of floor space, not counting the balcony....
Read more →Yesterday evening we treated ourselves to a little mezé in the local ouzeri. There was supposed to be live music, but the musicians apparently didn’t feel like playing, instead contenting themselves to smoking, drinking and chatting with the guests. There weren’t many patrons anyway, because the narrow road that leads to the ouzeri in...
Read more →…for those who are patient. We got word today that our house in Belgium is bought by an excentric millionair for twice the asking price. At the same time, at my new job (renting cars to the great unwashed) this morning I was approached by a local official and offered the job of IT...
Read more →Does Time fly? In some sense it does. It hovers in circles, A bird of prey, Above us. This chapter requires its own preface. However, the preface must follow the chapter proper. Isn’t that what friendships are like, the explanatory bit always following the existential bit? And that is how this biography is to...
Read more →I’m coming home, I’ve done my time… After a whole month searching for a company that could bring our gear over from Kleine Spouwen, Belgium to Iraklio, I was driving my upstairs neighbour with her cat to the vet last evening. While I was explaining that the transporters in our country charged over €5000...
Read more →Thursday already! Time flies when you’re having a good time! It’s hard to believe that I have been here for 2 months already. Just one more week and I will fly back to Belgium to make preparations for the final move. Actually I haven’t been doing a lot this week. I was terrible weather,...
Read more →Saturday had been a reasonably nice day. It was dry for a change and the temperature had risen to 15 degrees. I thought it would be good idea for me to go to Kastelli Kissamou on Sunday. Sunday morning greeted me with a grey sky, the type that disappears unnoticed into the equally grey...
Read more →Today I got a reasonable explanation from someone on the seemingly random way of including VAT in the prices of some goods and not in others, as I told you yesterday. It happened in another electronics shop I went to today. The salesperson seemed a little bit more open to my questioning him on...
Read more →This is I, Luc, the subject of this narrative. I owe Tom at least an introduction. Here is my paltry attempt to it. Read it and forget it. It only gets interesting from the next chapter onwards. What do you say to a man who proposes to write your biography? “Thank you” does not...
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