I hope you’re okay, Brussels.

When I heard about the attack in Brussels about an hour ago, the first person who came to mind was the incredibly friendly man at the information desk at the airport. I was on a my way to Russia and had a layover in Brussels for a night.

As usual, I was lost and needed to find the bus station and also made a very lame joke, to which he laughed and made an even lamer comeback. I remember his chubby face, cheerful smile and curly grey hair.

I hope, with all my heart, that he’s okay.