Back in Belgium

Unfortunately forever back in Belgium, the whole world was grey and wet.
There were much too many houses and there was no green at all. Nowhere birds were singing, crickets were chirping nor was there a warm and blue sunny sky. The only sounds I heard were cars, motorcycles and buses.

And the rain of course.
It was miserable.

The strange and cold world in which I and my brothers and sisters suddenly lived, weighed hard on us and for long we had only one desire: back, back, back to Congo. But it was over. For ever.
But luckily we where too curious to grow up. Like all children.

On my sixteenth my parents decided to sent me to a special Music High School where near the normal matters the pre professional music studies began. I passed my entrance examination in the well known Lemmens Intstituut at Leuven. Learning to play three instruments was an obligation: I studied as a first instrument the recorder -of course-, as second and third the piano and the violoncello.

And it was than and there that I focused on music and music only. And a bit on boys also...of course.