This is the 8 months old baby I was talking about yesterday. Yes indeed, this is me, my picture in my first passport!
My mother had to drag my two sisters, my brother, me and probably a lot of luggage too. We travelled by train to Belgium to meet my father who had already settled there and was working in the coal mines near Mons, towards the French border.
A lot of people were immigrating back then, looking for a better life in far away countries such as Australia, the United States, Germany, Sweden and Belgium. It must have been hard for them, very hard also for the rest of their families they were leaving behind.
We lived near the coal mines a couple of years before moving to Brussels, where another adventure began. I think I ought to go back to Péronnes-lez-Binche as a tourist some day...
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Gosh, so time IS telling. . .I am glad to hear more about you M. Considering you know so much about me, you feel like an Auntie. . .
I'm honoured, frankly. I see you more like the little sister I never had...
Yeah, but I'm incredibly close to my auntie (as you've seen on her blog makingsenseofthemadness) so that's a big compliment.
But I also don't have a sister. . .
Mmm which should you be?
Why not both then?!
(You must have seen I paid a visit to your auntie, I hope everything goes better for her)
That was a young age to leave your mother country. I wonder if you have lived in Greece since? This is by way of an experiment as I think my last two comments were eaten.
Oh yes, I lived in Greece since, for 18 years or so! You will read about it in the near future...
Keep going, keep going......
Next installment needed asap.
Christ I'm behind the times.
Didn't know you'd started this.
Well, actually, I did becasue Goth told me at the weekend while we were watching Man United.
Then I got pissed and forgot.
And now I've remembered.
I'll shut up, now.
Interesting comment re being both DQ's sister and auntie at the same time.
You're not from Virginia are you? I know a bloke there who is probably his own father.
I'll sure keep going, Kissme. I just wish days could last 48 hours instead of 24!
My my, heartfelt welcome, T-Meister. I didn't know you would visit, otherwise I would have laid the VIP's red carpet on the floor.
Of course not, I'm not a mormon from Virginia or something. I'm a Greek orthodox.
A bloke who is probably his own father?! Then he must simply be a figment of his own imagination...
Tout cela est fabuleux, Dip Dop, je n'en n'avais pas connaissance. Quant à Chopin, c'est d'une étonnante coincidence!
Nous avons eu du froid et de la neige hier soir, c'est bel et bien l'hiver. Etant plutôt du genre à hiberner, j'irai faire un voyage 'aux sources' au printemps ou en été, ce serait en effet un agréable devoir de mémoire.
Je vous ai rendu visite dimanche déjà mais mon commentaire sur l'âge de bronze a disparu avant d'être publié et je n'ai plus eu ni le courage ce soir-là, ni l'occasion de recommencer depuis lors. Sachez pourtant que je vous ai lu avec plaisir et intérêt et que je ne manquerai pas de vous rendre au plus tôt une visite amicale.
God you guys are really testing my french. . .I'm trying. . .
You will get there, DQ. We can arrange for you to have FREE private lessons with me if you wish. I've done that about 10 years ago in Greece, I was teaching in a private school for a while. That was long ago but I could do it again, I'm rather good at teaching (so said my pupils!).
Adamo a de ces mots, il est capable de guérir tous les maux!
Et bien j'ai là de quoi me préparer à me réjouir à la ducasse, merci!
Vous savez, j'ai toujours eu un penchant pour les Gilles de Binche avec leur biaux chapeaux et leur paniers d'oranges...
De la neige, nous en avons encore eu hier matin et puis elle a fondu sous un rayon de soleil. Il faisait très doux aussi aujourd'hui. Il n'y a plus de saisons, le temps est devenu complètement fou, mais alors là, complètement givré!!
Amitiés,
M
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