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As I went out this morning, I saw the streets, still wet from the rain last night. It was a bit windier and colder than usual, and gray clouds were spread everywhere, covering the blue sky from the day before. I felt that if I closed my eyes for one second, I would be able to see the students riding their bikes in the Naamsestraat and the wheel of my bike parked over the corner, I would hear Flemish being spoken, and I would not be the only one wearing a checkered shirt in that street. It felt like home. A home far away from home.
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Foto from Ladeuzeplein (https://c1.staticflickr.com/5/4145/5088855157_8954b105da_z.jpg)
