Well, after graduating in June 2011, I packed my bags and came to Brussels. Spent the summer living with three girls in St Gilles. However, at the end of August I had to move out and find a place of my own. Not speaking good French, I found the apartment hunting process difficult and for a few months, from September to November, had a privilege to reside in Molenbeek. It was cheap, full of small businesses, men often drank tea, chatted and stood outside all day long. Once, I was asked if I were an American in a local baker’s shop. But, as soon as I had the chance to escape, I moved to live next door to the bright lights of Belgian Parliament.