"There's a huge difference between imagining how we will feel when an event runs and actually experiencing our feelings when it happens," Stephanie said. The dinner had been finished half an hour ago, the hotel room spacious. Mark and she were actually brave enough to occupy an empty suite room of a five-star hotel.
The caveat? They still had to cook the meals themselves in the hotel's kitchen. They acclimatised themselves to this once splendid European city, the finance and judicial tribunal city of the Central Council.
Brussels and the nearby cities weren't like ghost towns because the train network was still operational to accommodate the officials and workers.
"Are you saying we're exaggerating tomorrow?" Mark sprawled on the other half of the bed, chin resting on a dacron pillow. His nose sniffed the pillowcase and sneezed. Seemingly unwashed since . . . he didn't bother to think.
