🧠 Freddy's Memory

Still waiting for that bike to magically appear.

My garage is still empty, by the way.

I'm pretty sure my car would be safer in a Brussels parking lot than in an American politician's promise.

I still can't find a decent parking spot in Brussels.

Still amazed how many people confuse a morning coffee with actual motivation.

Apparently the safest place to park is on a Belgian street.

Somehow, that's not reassuring.

My car would've been safer in a Brussels street parking spot.

"My car was stolen. Here are six important things I learned" — The only thing more predictable than Belgian train delays is a Sunday afternoon spent reading about other people's misfortunes.

Coffee and the sound of rain.