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Saturday. I am waiting for tomorrow, the rst Sunday of June, to come. It is Fathers Day in Lith -uania then. A father in Belgium is a Belgian father; he is not a rushing father: Fathers Day of Belgianfather is on the second Sunday of June. However, every father around the world is the father andthey all lovedrinking beer! I hope they love their sons and daughters as well, thats why I am goingto call my dad, the best father in the world, turn on the webcam on Skype, to give a wave by my righthand and to say dad, I love you. I never say this to him. But he is worth.

Saturday How dierent weekends can be.

It is exactly 7 days after the festival Sinksen Kortrijkhas started, happily. Unhappily, exactly 4 days it isnished. Three days of unbelievably intensive action,almost one week to bring yourself back to life after itand you result with these thoughts in your head thisSaturday: Kortrijk, my little beloved town, you are:

the capital of colorful pants;the place where alternative is classics and classics

are alternative;the kingdom of toys and glass;

the land where the rain makes us crazy, but thesun makes us crazy even more.

When I was doing the research two weeks ago askingKortrijkians how do they think Kortrijk could inspire

the world, many of you answered by the weird color-ful pants. Then I considered:

1) is it inspiring? I dont know; I never see enoughpeople in streets of Kortrijk to estimate this;

2) is it weird? I dont know either; nowadays evenopera is both the shame and the honor at the sametime.

However, I could experience both people and operaduring days ofSinksen. You were right: no drugs canmake see all 256 RGB colors moving so fast as Sink-

sen made. Seemed the whole world population of 7billion people dug out the brightest pieces of theirwardrobez and putted it on to come to Kortrijk. Eventhe Jurat of Culture of Kortrijk got on the stage to tell

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her opening speech dressed all in sky-blue; that is a great opinion what theculture is about today, it is all aboutthe sky (I heard two Belgians talkingtoday that the Minister of Culture ofBelgium wants to sign a law to putdrummers into a Plexiglas as festivals

are too laud in Belgium)! Comingback to outt, you like blue or not,it would have been a slap in the faceto be dressed in grey on Sinksensweekend.

So dressed for a funeral (as wearinga black dress with black tights andas asked by Belgian guy why am I awidow today?) I participated in the

opening event. The wind was blow-

ing not only long aps of a leader ofthe Symphony Orchestra of Kortrijk,but also sheets of the notes of play-

Evenings of Concerts

Te Flea Merket

Belgian Weather

Dont wait for SinksenKortrijk2013 to come (good things go by as a ash: you wait for them, you desire, dream,

plan, you think, wish, expect to see, to hear, to experience, you keep waiting, waiting, wait, when one day it comes; thenit happens; and you wake up in the next morning again realizing that everything is over). Dont wait for the Fathers Dayeither to take your dads hand, to go to Leie and have a beer (or a wine, or a cake, or else as they all are so unique!) onthe riverside. Things happen in ash. It is not worth waiting. Enjoy being! Now.

I will call to my dad today. And I am leaving to the riverside right now

Stay in a Flash

suering, however, they do not packand do not go home. When I see acolorful (colorful not to keep up witha fashion of Kortrijk, but colorful asI like it) backpack just for 1, I aska girl who is selling it if it belongs toher. When she shakes her head ap-

provingly, I buy it and keep walkinghappily. Soon we pass the box ofbras and underpants! I take a look tothe seller from the distance: that iswhat I mean by calling Kortrijkian abrave citizen! If sell everything, thensell everything. No matter the Batmanmade of glass or the bra it is.

However, taking into account howmuch useless glassy stu I have seen

during walking in the ea market, Icould easily expect a mine of glassbeing located somewhere under KOTsof people. Be ready to see the sameglasses next year on Sinksen2013: theonly thing that will be changed then a seller.

And I realize once again it is hardfor the Mother Nature to satisfy the

expectations of Kortrijkians: if it isa rain, Kortrijkians are crying theywant the sun to shine; Kortrijkiansare waiting for long and nally theyget the sun (Kortrijk was an ovenwith more than +25 C during all threedays ofSinksen despite the fact itis rather a watering pot); but thenKortrijkians are confused again andthey want. THE WINTER to come!

You could event nd the snow in oneof the pubs on Stationplein.

ers. And players: there was a crowdof them even matching orchestras ofbig cities. Amazingly, they all weredressed in black. No colors (onlychoristers had small red kerchiefs ontheir necks). So they all wererebels!And I was so happy to listen to Puc-cinis Madame Buttery being onerebel of them with my funeral outt!

The next evening crazy guys calledDecap Beat Machine tried to burn theorgans on the stage. Although organswere not burnt, many many calorieswere burnt by dancing Kortrijkians.

There are more things to burn It isold stu in out closets. People who

did not want to burn it (we all tend tocollect it and psychological paradox isthat the less useful stu is, the moreits a pity to through it away; we dohave the same save it for the futuregenerations thinking in Lithuaniaalso, do not worry), could just bringthat stu outside and try to sell it.

I am passing occupied streets: somepeople still have a bit of enthusiasm

to make jokes oering to sell a guy,some are fried in the sun and are