Goodbye France, Hello Belgium!

Attempting to leave Paris on Black Tuesday is a difficult but possible thing to do. I'm currently (sep7th at 3:15pm) on the train to Brussells. I'll be staying with a father, Roberto in a town just south of Brussels called Namur. In Amsterdam I'll be staying with Andrew's friend Ruben for a few days. I have a week from today until I am suppose to arrive in Berlin, Germany. Money budgeting was very difficult in Paris, the city was expensive even without treating myself to luxurious things. C'est la vie. Paris was really wonderful. Last night I went up the Eiffel tower even though it was raining I still loved the view from the second level tower. And before I got on the train I went to the catacombs which gave me a pit in my stomach as I wandered past the bones of so many lives that have passed. It was a very erie feeling being deep below the city with so many skeletons in damp cold tunnels. My decent down a stone spiral staircase made me nervous. I found myself spooked before even seeing any bones. And at the end you exit on a random street with no sign and they check your bag to make sure you haven't stolen any remains and then you're right back in the heart of the city and it's like no one around you seems to care or notice that you just exited a mass gave. By far one of the craziest things I've seen. So tonight I'll be just south of Brussels. I look forward to a new place!

Poem: String

Tie a string on your finger
So you can remember that love
Is hard
To come by
It's hard to keep
And even harder to ignore
Let that string remain
Let it get coarse and thin
Let it dangle as you run
Let it soak in the bath
Taking up suds
While you take off grime

Untie
Tie
Untie
Let it fall unto the table
Let your fat cat chase it
Put it on the stove
And watch it burn to nothing