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Lightly touching the window pane…tick…tick…tick
Rain filling the days and the jacket pockets, really light…tick…tick…tick
I walk up and down around Parc Maximilien
I meet someone who, for a cigarette, tells me about their problems
The girls in the shop window at the North station drive us crazy…tick…tick…ticK
What else is there left to lose in Brussels?
Parc Maximilien has long been the city’s reception area.
800 people, over 300 tents. An actual impromptu village set up among the trees in the park.
Today, the tents are few and far between, it’s an abandoned village but it hasn’t disappeared yet.
I wandered around Parc Maximilien.
Twelve pencil drawings to try to imagine a day in the life of one of the village’s guests.
Hotel Monty is my first day in Brussels, my initiation to the city.
A sit-in with the associations that allowed a group of sub-Saharan women to remain sheltered, guests staying at the hotel.
Researcher: Ismail Ouabad
Commissioned artists: Andrea Ferraris
