There's no need to describe last week's events in a great detail. I only see the difference between me going there and me going back and I'm thinking that they were one of those days in my life which have changed many things.
I don't know how long it will last, but I'm currently happy. It's not 'cause I was in another country or 'cause I've seen so many interesting places, it's just due to love I got and which I had desperately longed for before I left. At the moment I stepped in the car in Brussels, everything bad had simply disappeared and had been forgotten.
And what do I remember?
When the car radio was playing Blof, REM, RHCP, U2, Stones and Genesis so loudly that people in Rotterdam certainly heard that, and I closed my eyes and breathed out deeply.
When we were talking with Ingrid about the times when boys were young or how difficult it sometimes is with men (and we laughed so hard at the fact how similar is her husband to my daddy).
When Arthur did his best with his English and asked me if we had sea, swimming pools, computers and Mr. Bean in Czech. And when he kissed me for good night every evening.
When I was at the very top of the roller coaster, upside down, on the verge of shouting, when there's no space left in your mind for anything else than a pleasure from the ride.
When I woke up at half past 11 in the morning, went downstairs and there were boys sitting in the living room, watching tv and having breakfast in their nightsuits.
At one roller coaster, when he said that I could hold his hand if I was scared.
When I got wet in a storm and was cold and he held me around my shoulders to warm me up.
When I sat in a front seat of his car with fluffy shoes he bought me and covered with his sweatshirt, listening to dutch music and feeling the warmth of the car heating. Slowly falling asleep. Having no dreams anymore - everything I've dreamt of was sitting next to me at that moment.