The Pissing Couple in Brussels

Maybe you know, in Brussels there is a well known monument of a pissing boy. You can find the pissing boy in any Brussels souvenir or even chocolate shop. According to the legend, many years ago Brussels suffered from the terrible fire. Both firemen and townsmen were struggling with the disaster, but without luck. Suddenly, the small boy came to the firemen and pissed to the fire. Since that moment fire started to fell down and the city was saved!

What’s interesting, many tourists know only about the boy and have no idea that Brussels inhabitants built the pissing girl as well! (maybe for a good company, so that boy and girl could piss together :))

Well, my life lesson is related both to the pissing couple and my walk to Marocco district. So, here it goes!

During my last stay in Belgium we with friends decided to spend one after-job evening in Brussels. Happily, we were working in Leuven – a small cozy town, 30 minutes from the Brussels by train. So, that day we went out of work early and hurried to the train station...

When reached the Brussels, first of all we rushed to the Grand’Place – the central square of the city and the most beautiful place in the world I think! After making a dozens of photos, the “collective wisdom” decided to walk to the main monuments of Belgium capital! Guess which ones? Correct, the pissing boy and girl!

So, with whole the company, we first rushed to the pissing girl, found her, made some photos, got pleased, then rushed to the pissing boy, made some photos, got pleased then… the question raised: where rush to next? We had pretty much time until the train back to Leuven, however, not so much to reach such monuments as Molecula or Parlament.

So, we just walked down the Brussels streets, choosing the random doors and passages. During this walk I got much more positive impressions than from the ‘stayer runs’ between the monuments. We were walking through the streets, staring to the opened windows, looking how inhabitants drink tea at the late evening; glazing at full-size fiddle made of white and black chocolate in some of the choco-shops; remembering childhood, examining comics on the showcase of some closed bookstore… Finally, we didn’t find how appeared in some strange district will all the signs at shops and cafes in Arabian and strange groups of young people looking at us (it was a late evening and it was quite dark ;)). With thought in mind that it was probably better to be safe and fat than have a demo of weapons-young-people-use-in-strange-districts-of-Brussels-at-nights-against-cute-and-calm-ukrainian-guys, we decided to rescue and hurried back to the train station. On our road we had had a 30 minutes break in a wonderful Brussels café eating Belgian waffles with bananas and sweet syrup… and talking about Carlos Castaneda and Buddhism and life…
Then totally happy, we sat into the train and reached Leuven late night.

Now, why did I tell all that to you?
I simply wished to share with you that I felt no pleasure at all when rushing from one monument to another. Such rush reminds me running from one goal to another in real life, without having time to stop and watch at how beautiful world is!

Once I stopped rushing, relaxed and just went calmly down the streets, I felt joy and happiness. It reminds me the life as well. If we stop hurrying and just look with admiration at this world and see all the beauty, we get new power and energy to live and to work.

And the secret of happy living, as I see now for me (and it is my life lesson) is having definite important goal for several years ahead. And walk my-way-to-goal calmly, enjoying life!