04-09-2011, 08:51 PM
I was in Bobbejaan Schoepen's house (a famous Belgian singer) which was just like my apartment but with a large inside balcony in the living room and there were mannequins wearing women's clothes around. Him and his wife were asleep in their bedroom, but I was in their house for some reason. I stepped out the back door, and it was a dark windy night. There was a dirt road, and Thai men were loading boxes of something into trucks in the darkness.