the blue skies ahead
“Excuse me, do you know the way to Wilrijk?”, I ask the old lady in the car at the red light. She is a little bit shocked, looks at me and my bicycle, and says: “Oh it's so far, and it's difficult to describe.” She does her very best to guide me and even misses the green light because of me. Everyone thinks I am crazy to bike from the city to my ‘kot’...










