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The Euro Star train
Today we boarded the Euro Star train from St. Pancras station in London in order to travel to Belgium. Eno found the smooth stone surface of the train station to be the perfect surface for cruising along on his 3 wheel scooter. It was hard to reel him in.The train sailed through the English countryside and then under the tunnel (through the chunnel!) that passes under the English channel. Fresh in our minds was another crossing of the channel, in the year 1914 during WWI of a magnificent horse. For Surya and I had seen the play War Horse at the New London Theatre two nights back. It was a deeply moving story of an adolescent boy in Devon county who acquires a young colt that is half plough horse half thoroughbred race horse. He developes an emotional bond for the horse by rearing him on his isolated country farm. Yet as when the young British towns men are enlisted to battle, so is the horse, and in one scenc, the horse is taken over the channel in a naval craft and brought to the Belgian countryside to pull cannon artillery in the fight against the Germans. The numerous horses in the play were constructed out of wicker and wood and due to their flexible mobilizations were uncannily life-like.
It was difficult to tell just when we went underneath the channel. The crossing under the water is not a great distance and plus the train traveled under numerous long tunnels over the duration of the journey (2 hours). We arrived in Brussels and were met by the two studio directors hosting us Nicki and Wesley. In Brussels we were trapped traffic as a civil march of some kind cluttered the city center around the train station.
We drove south to Antwerp an hour. Upon arrival, just as we stepped out of the car a young boy on a bicycle was hit and struck down to the pavement by a car. The impact was so forceful that the bicycle wheel punctured the car’s front fender. I was the first one to reach the boy (who we later thought was Lebanese in descent) and once helping him to his feet stayed with him as the local grocer, pharmicist, doctor, medics and police arrived. The boy seemed to come through without fracturing any bones, but the impact onto the pavement surely jarred his sacrum far out of position. For me witnessing the whole event was a real glimpse into the local culture.
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