And so, after a couple of days in Rome, Vinca and I flew back to Brussels, from where we took a train to Rotterdam. Three weeks of South Eastern Europe lay behind me. I had built a house for a young couple in Beius, visited an old friend in Budapest, met NATO soldiers in Macedonia, traveled through No-man’s land in Albania and chilled in Rome. How wonderful a time it really had been.

I got back to work on Wednesday morning, at 8am. But the smile on my face told of the excitement I had had over the past three weeks.

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