This morning I met a stranger in Brussels. A beatmaker. He arrived from Naples 15 years ago and never left. I asked him “If Brussels is an animal, what is it and why?” He said, “Brussels is an octopus. It’s a city of passage, a temporary solution for somebody’s life. I didn’t think I’d end up living here permanently, but somehow I’m still here. Whenever I try to leave, the city’s tentacles grab me, sucking me back in. The octopus isn’t mean, it’s friendly, it just doesn’t want to lose a friend.”