WORDLESS WEDNESDAY

Salvadore Dali

 

"The only difference between a madman and me is that I am not mad."

 I visited an exhibition of Salvatore Dali, it was interesting. I think he loved and admired himself when I saw the countless self portraits he had painted ! One crazier then the other. He probably was a very intelligent man, but I had the impression that he was making fun of us "normal people". Without a doubt he was a great artist, even if I didn't like any of his work.

AWWWW MONDAY - WEEKEND JANUARY 4

 

Linking to AWWW MONDAYS 

 

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WEEKEND

Have you ever sat in a cold sauna and the ice-cold steam enveloped your body ? That's pretty much how you would feel if you went for a walk naked in Belgium ! In short, the whole week was a terrible weather.

Luckily we had a lot to do in the afternoons, we played a question and answer game every day. Then we drank our coffee, but this time there were no waffles, probably because the new year hadn't really started yet. 

A new guy has joined us, who gets up every time he can answer a question. This makes us laugh, because he seems like a schoolboy to us. 

On Sunday morning it was quite cold - 0°C and it had snowed a little. By the time I found my mobile to photograph the first snow, the snow had already melted and by lunchtime it was suddenly almost summer temperature  11°C, no wonder there are so many sick people. The pharmacies are as full as bakeries with freshly baked bread on a Sunday morning. 

Another new resident joined us, but she's only staying for 3 months until her neck vertebrae have healed. We got on really well right away; she has 8 cats!! And they're all inside cats! Of course she wanted to see Rosie, who was in a good mood and greeted her friendly. Now that the holidays are behind me, I'm relieved. If only the weather wasn't so bad.

During the week we had a refugee and nobody knows how he escaped from the fourth floor which was locked with a code and was rolling along the corridors in his wheelchair. He wanted to go into my room twice, but I told him that it wasn't his room, and he started waving his hands around and made incomprehensible noises. I turned the wheelchair around and called for a nurse, but since no one came I put him in the library, where someone always comes by. He must have had Parkinson's because he reminded me of Rick before he died, and I felt thankful that I had learned a lot how to handle people with this disease and I was no longer afraid of them, which I used to be.