That thing with time

Whenever I travel, one of the first things I visit in another city are the big, prestigious museum. I like museums – art, history, natural sciences, whatever. After over two years in Brussels, I still haven’t managed to visit the Bozar* museum. Since I have time, i.e. no clue for how long I will still live here, I keep it for one of those typical Belgian rainy-grey Sundays. Only, that in the last two years, on those occasions I used to stay rather inside with a good book and a hot chocolate telling myself that, after all, I have time. The moment, I’ll leave Brussels I won’t have the time. Can’t stop thinking about the word Trugschluss now.

* Palais des Beaux Arts (phonetic = Bozar; love it)

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