People overhere make fun of me
I live in the Belgian capital called Brussels. E.g. when I put on my rubber boots for walking outside in town on a terribly rainy day, when heaven is a real shower, let's say, people overhere laugh with me and they don't understand how you can stay such a farmer's wife. Pay attention, we never were agriculterers at home !Further there was the first warm day of 2007 when I went to the supermarket in shorts. Who knows I was the first one in summer cloths in Elsene and surroundings this year and that was what it was all about. At the shop itself I heard something as: "C' est une pute originale" which means "this is an original prostitute". Now I'm not intended to go into detail because I could make senseless publicity for myself.
Once in the metro I saw a woman in shorts with bicycle. It was rainy. The platform stood full with that race you can only find in Brussels. I never saw a bike in the metro before I must admit. Well, NOBODY laughed. Earlier this year I saw a man with a piglet at a cord. That was quite amusing and after observing it a while I saw they were making a movie about the Chinese year of the pig. Several weeks later the place between the administrative royal castle and the city park was transformed in a kind of cattle market. But I swear you that yesterday I saw a man with a cow at a cord walking straight into the park. Well, as far as I know nobody laughed.
So I just hope that next time when weather is too bad and I walk with my boots through town ... no I don't care. But I just don't understand what's so funny about me walking in forest that way. there is something else. I'm relatively better at school than elsewhere, so I suppose people are much less intelligent than elsewhere in the country.