Why can’t I have hamburger as it should?

Maybe they exist since a quite long time. I’m talking about those soft round not too small sandwiches with some grains on and on the image at the front of the pittahouse they are filled with at least hamburger, salad and tomato.The first time here on Jourdan plein I couldn’t get one. Overthere if I remember well they’re as expensive or cheap as an ordinary pitta, pitta gyros let’s say, namely 3.5 euro. I thus commanded something else.The second time was somewhere in Ukkel or surroundings. The male servant at the counter had packed the thing already when I said that in fact I wanted to eat it IN the restaurant. When it was packed out I saw there were no tomatoes on it. I told that man I wanted it exactly the same as on the image not too tease him but only because I had taste for that. I mostly eat such a sandwich when I really eat “underway”, when I can just leave eating and wait until I’m back home, but as I still have to do the “routine” I do eat (–>my mother wants me to eat).

I sat down somewhere in the back of the restaurant and one of the shopkeepers at a table before mine turnt towards me to continue their sawing. I said “o if it’s only for thàt you address me I can best start a discussion with thàt guy overthere”, a fairhaired(?) frenchtalking on age.

I moved and sat down face to face to the guy at the table next to his. I looked straight to him not intended to turn my eyes away from him.

The Turkish on his chair turnt towards the frenchtalking and started a discussion. But then I had understood. “We even don’t know one another, if it is for your too much of salad, tell what I have to pay more. Is half a euro enough?”

Then it was in order and there was shut up about the whole thing and I left the restaurant with the can of fruitjuice in my hand.

Yesterday I was in Schaarbeek and commanded another soft hamburger let’s say. He wanted to know I think if a student sandwich was ok also, but I really didn’t need fried potatoes again, and o even french bread wasn’t needed. While he stood there with the aluminium already in his hand I asked if he had nothing against me eating it inside. That was no problem. He asked me what sauce I wanted and I commanded my usual one: garlic sauce. I had the impression he preferred me to say “ketchup” but I had enough of that since the day before when against all expecting my sardines appeared to be in tomato sauce when I had opened the metal little box. He didn’t feel to much to prepare anywhat in the world maybe, but he still did his job and asked if I needed salad and eventually cheese. This last was new for me, but why not.

Ladies and gentlemen, I got a soft round sandwich with or without grains with quite much kind of mayonaise, probably garlic sauce. The question of that garlic started years ago and is there fault, mayonnaise was as good for me but they don’t always have mayonnaise. Further there was a what is called hamburger also in, and a slice of ziz cheese. You know, I just wouldn’t have made problems of the tomato this time, there was no salad at all. Tomatoes can be expensive, we all know that.

3 helicopters above Elsene

Momentanously there are three helicopters in the air here in Elsene.  It is as if they want step from the one into the other, well if thàt works one or another day…

Only during a small moment I had scared they wanted to (a plain is passing also meanwhile) tempt me to the Brunch Meetup this afternoon, you never know the organisator, a Londonese black man has so much of money.

They really did great things those three helicopters, they among others flew on their side if you understand what exactly I mean.

Ladies and gentlemen, my cat can sing !

Poetipoet is found back!  In few minutes I hope to leave here for searching her and after that I would put her on a kind of hollidays at Willy’s so that the question of her capability of singing can be checked out further.  Let’s hope he hasn’t changed his mind meanwhile and he still wants to have her in his appartment for some nights.

I really don’t know if it is true what I wonder as e.g. yesterday quite early in the evening a singing bound people passed below my window on thisrd floor.  I heared Poetje always singing in the middle of the night but that says nothing, I know.  It must be an interpretation while I’m asleep of the noises she makes.

About Poetje’s rendez-vous

I wouldn’t pretend immediately the on 10-10-2007 disapeared white angoralike cat did have a rendez-vous, but I swear you strange things have been going on the last month.  Unless neighbour Willy’s girlfriend is an opera singer I think Poetje has sung and even several songs.  Why cats sing I really don’t know and I even have never heared about it.  But I wonder if this isn’t something that all cat pet friends know for themselves, that cats can sing and even talk.  Pity that we lack that scientific support.

The cat must have been disappeared out of hunger and fear.  Yesterday morning I had forgotten all over again her food in supermarket.  She thought she might already go upstairs but I caught her and put her back outside.  I hate her when I see how easily she let flatter, caress and take herself by more urban people.  She had pissed in the kitchen because now and then I experiment with her “fourniture” until it is arranged all the way I prefer.

I wouldn’t be angry for that, in fact it is Willy’s fault, my french talking neighbour.  They all have their big dog here in the house.  I swear you one morning my garbage bag was bitten open and all dirtiness laid spread all over what we call “the allee”.  But when they see my cat who is always very clean as every cat overhere, when they see her in the corridor, that sculpturer woman on the first  starts sawing she doesn’t want to see that cat lie about.  Do you think I still obeye those people as if heaven depended from it? 

“Monique, ça pisse partout”, Willy always says.  In earlier days he poisoned the mice in the cellar.