Second Day Antwerp City Centre

I have counted. I have fourteen bites all itching and weeping. Can hardly hold the pen due to large swelling on my fingers.

Sitting in large square listening to cathedral bells play "Candle in the Wind" next to me an intently bent old lady works feverishly at a sheaf of papers covered with strange symbols. Once completed each sheet is folded in half and placed in front of her.

Our waiter looks like Bela Lugosi.



A group of teenagers opposite poke fun at her age and concentration. They line up cigarettes to be smoked later.

Across the square is a photgraph of a missing woman.


-- posted abroad