Europa, Europa
It’s easy to forget what life is like outside of Israel. Honestly, it is. It’s also easy to forget the recent history while strolling down the Rue or Strasse of a European city.
My several hours today in Brussels served as a true eye-opener of what life is and could be in Israel. My first impression of Brussels is mild-mannerism. People are friendly, willing to help out, and have the unique ability to switch languages to accommodate you.
I wanted to test it out, and walk down the street just to see if anyone could give me directions in Finish, or Sanskrit or any Asian language, but I don’t speak those languages so whatever.
Brussels is clean. And Europeans just seem to get it, as many street corners are reliably equipped with three waste receptacles for plastics, glass and refuse.
Having arrived at 5 am, I found the only waffle place open and had a talk with the waiter who turned about to be Turkish. He of course, had no trouble swerving in and out of Flemish, French, German, English and Turkish. In his ten years as a Belgian resident he lauded this European gem as the best place on earth, and how easy it was to be a Muslim even though he wasn’t religious.
Anyhow, I had a nice time which was of course not nearly long enough to be exposed to the complexities and problems of societies and focused on the important things such as world famous [Belgian] fries and Trappist beer
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It’s easy to forget what life is like outside of Israel. Honestly, it is. It’s also easy to forget the recent history while strolling down the Rue or Strasse of a European city.
My several hours today in Brussels served as a true eye-opener of what life is and could be in Israel. My first impression of Brussels is mild-mannerism. People are friendly, willing to help out, and have the unique ability to switch languages to accommodate you.
I wanted to test it out, and walk down the street just to see if anyone could give me directions in Finish, or Sanskrit or any Asian language, but I don’t speak those languages so whatever.
Brussels is clean. And Europeans just seem to get it, as many street corners are reliably equipped with three waste receptacles for plastics, glass and refuse.
Having arrived at 5 am, I found the only waffle place open and had a talk with the waiter who turned about to be Turkish. He of course, had no trouble swerving in and out of Flemish, French, German, English and Turkish. In his ten years as a Belgian resident he lauded this European gem as the best place on earth, and how easy it was to be a Muslim even though he wasn’t religious.
Anyhow, I had a nice time which was of course not nearly long enough to be exposed to the complexities and problems of societies and focused on the important things such as world famous [Belgian] fries and Trappist beer
; Thai food and book stores.
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