Turnhout always have something new,I stroll around streets of quiet crowds.Somehow some streets are more meaningful than others to me. Today was like any other day, I was in hurry both to enter and leave; rushing to hardly productive work related appointment.
Same old stories repeated by different people, the most striking comment: "your art is a nice hobby" ...- it is not useful for anything else THEN?-...translation my call in life is totally irrelevant for actual,real work-world. Another comment: I do not see you as a cleaning lady(which would have been flattering, if I did not needed a job desperatly).I love the honesty of belgians but It would be nicer if they disguised the true in nicer words(wishful thinking, ain´t gonna happen)
I am proud to say that my interview went fine in the sense of 70% dutch spoken and the rest in English.
As always in my way back, I focus on the buildings and people around me, I saw a lady with extremely short dress with big sagy tights walking in the merodelei and a guy(unshaved legs)dressed as a woman in the supermarket, things that I would not see at home(aka Asunción).
I took some pictures of the castle,rustic,squaredish and medieval but still with certain charm. No matter how many unpleasant moments I have to go through in this town, I can not avoid coming back just to sit next to the castle and take a deep breath.
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