I landed in Brussels eight years ago. I arrived in Brussels after having worked in Milan and lived a little 'around Europe, most recently in London.
Milan is a city to which I have never been fond of. A little 'because there I got to share and a little' because the people of Turin in general do not feel at home in Milan. It did not help the environment nor the love for the city, the fact that I worked 24 hours a day. Yet, without even realizing it, I went to drink in Milan. In the office was worth the motto "Work hard, play hard." He worked as a desperate, but always found time for an aperitif at Nobu dinner in the evening or Corso Como on Hollywood or Casablanca.
We were all between 28 and 35, all single or in distant relationships (wife or husband in Rome, Catanzaro, Reggio) or very libertine or reports that did not work for centuries. The following work was un'inseguirsi of aperitifs, dinners, theme nights, discos in which all boasted of working until 2 or 3 in the morning.
If one of my colleagues were mothers or fathers, did their best to hide it. Among my friends, all more or less thirty-something no one was in the process of marriage and children were certainly not on the agenda.
E ' solo quando mi sono trasferita a Bruxelles che mi sono resa conto di essere una zitellona socialmente impresentabile.
Alla fine della mia prima giornata di lavoro (verso le 18.30), ho chiesto al collega dall’aria più sveglia: “Cosa si fa di bello a Bruxelles la sera?”. Non ero assolutamente preparata alla risposta.
“Non lo so. Io abito in campagna e dopo il lavoro torno dai bambini (PLURALE!!!!)”. Mi ricordo di averlo guardato basita: “Ma quanti anni hai?” “24”.
Improvvisamente matrimonio e figli mi sono sembrati una necessità improrogabile per essere accettata in società.
Poi i miei sogni si sono avverati. Mi sono sposata ed è arrivato Figlio Unique. Farewell cocktails from Nobu.
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