Tonight, it's a strange night in Leuven. There are organized demonstrations taking place in the streets right now, outside my shuttered window. It's strange to hear the drums, shouts and helicopters outside, especially when it is so warm and cozy inside. It feels strange that people are marching for beliefs that I can't fathom.
I was going to write at my computer tonight, but I can't really concentrate - and I would rather curl up on the sofa, knit and watch a good movie. I'll be glad when tomorrow comes.