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Brussels


I really like this town. It's feels like a European, low key version of NY.
Since it's the hub of the European attempt at reconciliation, it houses many different nationalities, ethnicities and tastes, so for a confused world citizen like myself it feels almost like home.
Brussels
A distinct feature that sets Brussels apart from other multi cultural hubs is it's lack of pretension. In the metro, on the streets, in cafes and bars there is a relaxed, whatever goes sort of mood that suits both my moment in life and my wardrobe, that has not been updated since the beginning of the century. Another interesting aspect of this city is that people generally seem to cohabit with ease and tolerance, and as a result of this attempt at merger, there is an exciting mixture of ideas, opinion and art that results in a cultural fusion which I think serves very well as a political/human role model for this continent which is currently threatened by suspicion and separation.

Last time we were here we lived in a hostel which in it's advertising described Brussels like something along the line of: 'We know it's ugly, but we like it like that', and that is, I suppose, also the reason why this high profile city doesn't mind it's non pretentious facade. It's a city that seems to have opted for functionality instead of esthetics and perhaps that allows people to be more relaxed about appearance. Not that people dress ugly or appear to make a conscious attempt at downplaying how they look, but they don't seem like they care a great deal about looking special or fashionably stylish, and this is an aspect of the general population here that I really appreciate. Going to cities where appearance is the highest valued currency is tiresome, makes me feel a little like I'm surrounded by a bunch of teenagers who in their innocent confusion try to cover up lack of substance with an over the top polished surface.

We're living in a small studio with big windows overlooking your typical city square, a token number of trees planted next to some park benches under what seems like a perpetually grey sky. And even though I much prefer the view from my window back home where green, blue and sunlight wrestle for attention, if I had to, and I mean really had to, choose a city to live in, Brussels, the beautifully ugly capital

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