To Serge

Serge was a good man. Serge was a journalist. Serge was shot this week in Bukavu by 2 gunmen in cold blood. He was 31. To the good times, Serge.

I love Bruxelles

Bruxelles is a special town: your whole life flashes in front of your eyes in one week-end. As you get out of the train station Tintin welcomes you and takes you right back to your childhood. A few drinks later, you are right back in your student life. Then we meet Wim our friend from Goma back in Congo (he's not this serious usually and walks around very fast repeating 'elle est hyper belle cette fille quoi'). Finally, you get a glimpse of how your old days will be. And for sure, Jesus is already in town getting ready for 2012 and the Apocalypse...

French engineering

Did they forget it inside?

Back to civilization?

Bonjour Paris

First day back in France, landed at 6am in Roissy. No red carpet nor Jacques Chirac but this sign will do. Quickly showered and went back to the office, colleagues had made an extra effort. I already taught them to answer 'Ca semble aller en tout cas' when asked 'Comment ca va?'

Au revoir Congo

So this is it. It is time to go back to Paris and leave Congo (and Africa) behind. Thanks for following this blog and all your nice comments. The blog will continue and will even have a new brother blog about the adventures of a Congolese man arriving in Paris...

Here is a final picture to take away with you. I will really miss the Congolese sense of humour.