A month ago I reluctantly boarded my flight from Toronto back to Brussels. I had spent the winter holidays visiting friends in the city I once was a student. Going back, more than a decade later, gave me the same feeling I had then as now. A sense of belonging to the city, regardless if I was visiting for a week, a year, or whether I happened to be born there.
Last week I wrote about ‘Freedom, Disguised as Boys’. While putting away the book I could not let go of … More