In Moncton

It's 10:00pm in Moncton. 03:00am in Brussels.

"Unintended" by Muse is playing in a movie on TV.

I'm in Canada for Francophonie events.

Night or day...I don't feel any difference.

Time has no meaning anymore.

I left Brussels at 00:10am. At 02:00pm I was in Montréal...

As If the day was forgotten.

During the 7 hours flight, I was reading.

"L'intraduisible amour" of François Charron. A Canadian poet.

Suddenly, it felt like I wasn't in the plane but out of it.

Dans le noir, les yeux ouverts: "le destin s'accomplit et je ne crois pas mes yeux"

Theses words seemed so obvious as the plane was landing.

I believe in destiny and I know I'm lucky :)

Good morning, good night...