• more people have smiled at me on the street in one afternoon here than in an entire year in Slovakia, if not an entire decade
  • there was an unusually long line in one shop and nobody started yelling, or even sighing loudly, unimaginable in Slovakia
  • the Belgian taxi driver talked enthusiastically the entire hour we were in his cab
  • things are cheaper here, sometimes three times cheaper, insane knowing that Belgian salaries are higher than most Slovak ones
  • it’s very rare to see anyone try to impress with their looks, I think Belgians associate that with being dumb, arrogant, insecure or golddigger vibes
  • way, way more cyclists of course
  • the women don’t look like professionally active in the human orifices filling industry
  • a complete stranger struck up a conversation with me, to the point he told me how all his siblings died and how old he was when his parents died, I know his job, how many countries he’s been to, his stage of diabetis and his shoe size and he gave my son a cookie. If this ever happens in Slovakia I will be sure am hallucinating.

My friend Joe, who I met via Twitter – yes, via this ‘social’ cesspit where most people call other people morons as a reflex – calls me a masochist for staying in Slovakia and he’s right.

You wouldn’t think so from most of my posts, but I actually love people.

I don’t want to think what my life would be like in a culture where my openness, curiosity and fondness of people would be appreciated and not shut down by stone faced ice cold Slovaks.

It’s not FOMO, it’s FUBAR FOHMO

Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition Fear Of Having Missed Out.

This is too personal for Twitter, but you need it.