We treat physically disabled people really as equal in Belgium :)

Not an accidental photo – here comes the story:
I am getting on the train this morning, nicely taking seat among 3 well-built gentlemen, when we see a lady approaching with 2 walking sticks, apparently needing aid even for slowly moving.
As everybody else seemed busy studying the air molecules around them, I am quickly standing up, offering my place, helping the coat off her as even that she cannot do workout help.
I start to understand lesbians.

Leuven

Recently I have visited a conference in Leuven University, Belgium.

Beautiful town.

From this fact and the quality of presentations I immediately concluded that one of our children should definitely come here to study.

I immediately started to contemplate which one of them should be The One, during which process I analysed highly scientific factors.

Among them the most relevant argument seems to be that the University is situated approx. 2 kms from the railway station, which distance needs to be covered completely on cobblestone, and that, on a daily basis, is really challenging on high heels, so it should be our son, Walter.

At the same time, if one of you is aware of a university which can be accessed on a smooth surface, please let me know, as apart from our 10-yr old son, I also feel like deciding on the future of my 13-yr-old daughter, is preferably still today.

Chaplin

I am on the railway station going to work. We had some snow some parts in Belgium, and have had rain since then, so the sidewalks are often dangerously slippery by the ice.
So I thought I really chose a challenging outfit for today – a black dress with matching high heels – until the moment I see the lady, who is also going to the station 
– in high heels, AND
– balancing a huuuuuge musical instrument (I guess it is a chello) on her back, AND
– in one hand hanging her handbag, AND
– in her other hand holding an open cup of coffee, AND
– apparently she did not leave home in time as she has been r.u.n.n.i.n.g.
Chaplin not dead.

Alienated

I already travelled with this gentleman one morning last week, too – I recognise the shoes and coat.

..And once it has turned this way, I have just woken him up before we got to Brussels-North railway station, where I know he needs to get off.

He was so happy & grateful. We wished each other a nice day, hoping to meet also next time.

And studies dare to say that commuting has a negative impact on your social network..

Annie Leibovitz

A couple of days ago I posted this photo on Instagram. 
No huge story behind: I was waiting for the corporate shuttle bus in Brussels (Belgium) and looked around: what I saw was the usual grey glass-steel buildings. 
Then suddenly I looked up, and this is what I saw. Then and there I realised that I most probably never look at the sky, since the image I saw seemed not at all familiar to me.
So I took this photo. This only one.
Apart from the fact that I cannot remember I’ve ever posted anything on Insta where no 1828338 pre-versions existed, what also happened was that I received numerous nice feedback in comments and private messages from friends but also from complete strangers. 
Note: it’s great to be famous among friends for being a terrible photographer – so I get a standing ovation whenever I accidentally produce any picture where my fingers are not in front of the lens.
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Néhany napja tettem fel ezt a fotót az Instagramra, abból az indíttatásból, hogy Brüsszelben, a céges buszra várva, körbenéztem, mindenhol épület, aztán valamilyen sugallattól vezérelve az ég felé is tekintettem, és ott ez a látvány fogadott. Mire rájöttem, hogy fölfelé valószínűleg valahogy soha nem szoktam nézni, mert amit ott és akkor láttam, az mind újdonságként hatott rám. 
És ekkor kattintottam.
1x.
Azon túl, hogy nem emlékszem, hogy valaha is posztoltam volna bármilyen képet, amiből ne létezett volna előtte 182383 elő-verzió, az is meglepett aztán, hogy erre a fotóra az Instan és magánüzenetben is rengeteg pozitív visszajelzést kaptam. 
Azért van annak számtalan előnye, ha az ember közismerten pocsék fotós: ismerősei már akkor sztárként ünneplik, ha egyszer véletlenül egészen kivételesen nem lóg bele az ujja a képbe.

Aviation security


Recently at Eindhoven airport my son’s (9) transparent blue pistol – that shoots out pingpong balls – got confiscated (together with ammunition) as ‘object prone for threats’.

The attached photo demonstrates the incriminated weapon, together with the utmost radical and violent (now however a little droopy) underaged international terrorist.

For me, a lawyer, it is also a heartwarming experience whenever we obey not only the letter, but also the spirit of the law, as I am convinced that thanks to the vigilance of the security personnel, after these measures all passengers could proceed to their destinations with a considerably higher level of safety.

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Ma megvettem a repülőjegyeket közelgő nyaralásunkhoz. Hollandiából indulunk majd, amiről eszembe jut az a közelmúltbeli eset, mikoris a reptéri biztonsági ellenőrzés során Waltertől (9) elkobozták a világoskék áttetsző műanyag pisztolyát, ami pingpinglabdakat lő ki (a 3 db hozzátartozó lőszerrel együtt), mint “más utasokban félelem keltésére alkalmas eszközt”.
A személyzet elkötelezett éberségének hála az esetet követően már végképp teljes biztonságban éreztem magam.
A képen az inkriminált eszköz, valamint az amúgy mindenre elszánt (bár ekkorra kissé szottyadt) Kiskorú Kőrözött Nemzetközi Terrorista látható.