When I decided to extend my holiday in the tropics last year and
skipped the Brussels lockdown, I was
pretty naïve thinking things will slowly get better.
Compared to the busy airports like Amsterdam Schiphol or even the main
one in my home country, walking easy breezy with minimum security at Brussels
Airport had always made me worry. Then it happened…
The day before I went to Brussels for an event at the Embassy and had
dinner with friends. As usual, I always park my car in front of my friend’s old
apartment at Residence Palace across Malbeek metro station. For me it’s one of
the most convenient and favorite location. Only 3 metro stops to the city
center. The restaurant we had dinner was only few hundreds meters away.
So shocked when I woke up late that morning and read my brother’s
message on the phone. He told me about the blasts. My family, relatives and friends were asking if I was
okay. Some of them thought I was having a déjà vu. When I was living in
paradise, it even happened twice! In my neighbourhood, where I
worked and hung out!
Before in small island, now in small
country.
I wonder where to go now…