My room in Ghent, more specific my room in the suburb of Ghent. I think 70% of my neighbours are staying illegal in Belgium and all their bread is flat (i love the bread). 90% of my neighbours I don't understand (even though 20% are origin of Belgium.. It's called 'ghents'). The streets are messy and stuffed with a footballteam of kids who stay there 'till eleven and throw fake bombs at us (big burn for me: 12year old - 22 year old: 1 - 0). Everyday when I make my walk to the Delhaize for my groceries, I pass this house with his so typical Belgian view. Urban life to the bone, it is so raw and real.
Under: gorgeous vintage store in Ghent. The pretty part of Ghent.
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