I have just returned from a visit to the police headquarters in centre town, near Grande Place. This week I received a nice letter from them, une convocation, to invite me to have a meeting with Monsieur Jerome. My first reaction at seeing the letter was very negative, now what have I done? Isn’t it strange how we almost have a fearful relationship with the police, the ones that are suppose to protect us? Even entering the police building, I was on edge, like I had done something terrible. It did not help that the police working were quite rude. Anyway, I was directed up to the second floor where I came in straight to Monsieur Jerome’s office. He asked me a few questions such as what I’m doing here, if I’m single (again), and my mobile. I asked him why I am at the police? He said it’s normal, he’s not going to come to my home and look through all my stuff. Well, thank god. It took only 5 minutes, and I was free to leave. I guess this is just another part of the french bureaucracy. And this will be hopefully my first and last visit to the police in Brussels!
