Was awakened early by the adorable (death wish!) two girls but I rolled over and slept until daybreak. After a chilly breakfast in the unheated basement kitchen, Mr Abdellaoui and I jump-started the cold car. Went to pick up a Tunisian friend of his. We went out to the Atomium. We took the grand tour, including coffee in the middle sphere. Went downtown, parked, had coffee in a restaurant.Took a walk, more coffee, same restaurant. Went to a Morrocan friend's restaurant for a spicy native dish with a beer. Spent two hours there, to another restaurant for more beer and billiards. Returned home at 7 pm. As you can see, of the ten hours in Brussels, nine were in cafes over coffee or beer. If this is the guys way to enjoy his day off (He's a bus driver) I hope indeed he's having fun. After dinner, wrote and retired.
Later entry. While I was eating and watching television the fact struck me coldly and bluntly why he had be acting so unusual all day. The news showed that a giant anti-American, anti-war demonstration was held in Brussels today. He did succeed in keeping me away for it so as not to embarrass me. Now I understand.
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