-In my diary, I don’t mention any names or will change them for their privacy. I emphasize again, these are small parts of my diary. Maybe someday you will read my whole travels as a published book.
.. I found Belgian people very hospitable. I made friends with some young locals and foreigners who had been there just like me. I don’t know whether it’s good or bad, but I usually make friends very easily. Every person I meet compliment me on how open I am and they would open up to me, as well. (I don’t mean to compliment myself, just describing the situation). I’d estimate that I befriended about 30 persons on my latest trip to Europe, many of whom I’m still in contact with.
…I love meeting new people. Every individual is an ocean of beauty and bear unique human treasures. Meeting every single one of them, regardless of the time I spend with them, is an invaluable experience that I will cherish until my last breath.
…However, We laughed and talked till 2 am. One of them who happened to be an Indian girl, came forward and invited me to an outdoor party. I accepted accordingly. They knew I was Persian, she wanted to kiss me goodbye out of her native courtesy, but hesitated alittle, thinking I might be offended, but I understood instantly and made my way towards her, making her comfortable to resume what she was doing. We shook hands and kissed goodbye, then departed expecting to meet at the party.
…The location of the party was far from my hotel. However, I reached the place very early. I was among the first guests to arrive. A beautiful place, containing a pool and some small kiosks to host the guests with food and beverages. I was sorrounded by some oaks trees towering over some fences which had been installed temporarily to maintain the privacy of the place. I ordered a Mojito to start the adventure while I was waiting for my new friends to come. In the meantime, I tasted many beverages and snacks. Among them a great raw shrimp cooked with spices. And, had a Strongbow cider which was the best I ever tasted. (For those who don’t know what cider is, it’s a fermented juice made from apple).
As time went by, more people added to the crowd, and yet there was no trace of my friends. And for the record, I never met them again.
However, time was passing slowly for me, since I had a date with a young well-educated, beautiful French girl I had met earlier at a bookstore. I was supposed to take her to a fancy Lebanese restaurant, and she was supposed to call and give me the address of her place to pick her up. The closer I got to the given time, the faster my heart beat. And really, nothing compares to your first date with a new girl. Your heart beats faster, you feel numbness in your whole body, and you burn from the inside, that’s apart from the indescribable excitement caused by the release of the Endorphin in your brain which makes your every step anxious to reach your special destination.
…after eating breakfast she posed for me. I made a quick sketch of her innocent angelic profile. There is always something strange about drawing a live model. You focus on their every detail and suddenly observe how every human beings has their own unique beauty. Even those who seem to be ugly. But, when you make your way into their soul you see that there is no such thing as ugliness.
And the hardest thing to paint is the notion of beauty.
…She had very beautiful features, and a small thing in her nose that made her so cute. She was looking out the window, facing the famous clock of Brussels, her mouth was slightly open you could barely see her pearl-like teeth. The rays of light upon her face made her eyes glow as if they were the source of light.
…and she left with my drawing in her purse. She gazed at me while closing the door, leaving me with a burden of a look I’ll carry as long as the clock ticks on, knowing we might not meet again, at least in this lifetime.