With our day-to-day rushing events and returning home for the evening routine, many of us flee to bedtime novels to saturate their imagination a bit after being almost stifled during a collision with everyday reality. As readers go through the details of the novel in their vision.
How many times have you felt that you have not saturated a novel and reread it, and some may read the same novel times seen, but today I will tell you about a few readers who take it to new dimensions, beyond dreams and re-reading, people with a passion for a particular novel to travel far to visit places of events The novel to build the whole picture of events, and do not hide you a secret: I am one of them! But I consider the wandering in the city chasing eagerly novel functions is my happiest days. And when I shared with Ishtar (my friend) in love of novels, it was one of the most beautiful surprises for her to take her to the place of the events of an old-world novel that has been endangered by her heart’s passion for a while. One evening I took Ishtar to Brussels and had a coffee at the Royal Saint Hubert Gallery. After we sat down, I asked her, “Who knew who was sitting on the coffee and writing?” Ishtar did not know that this question would be built on an evening with essential details on the hunt for inspiration. One of the most influential writers in the world, little by little, seemed perplexed with every false guess before the answer was revealed: “Victor Hugo”, the Kingdom of Belgium was a neutral country since the nineteenth century, so it was a refuge for writers opposed to the oppression of European dictatorships. The most famous of all is the writer of the epic of wretchedness. Victor Hugo loved to sit here in the gallery and write, and wrote the Les Miserables novel here to portray parts of it in the Forest of Dreams in the south of the city where his arch-enemy, Napoleon Bonaparte, was defeated at the Battle of Waterloo. Victor’s house in Brussels was not far from the place. When we finished the coffee and eagerly the children, we drove on Hugo’s footsteps between the galleries of the famous red imperial marble, the statues of the Greeks, and the semi-circular glass vault, which carries daylight inside to caress the marble in beautiful light panels.
Then we passed together on the gallery where the novel was presented as a theatrical work and the cinema of the gallery, which won its share of the novel also during the cinematic embodiment, before we move together to the city’s main square through a narrow street packed with tourists looking for chocolate between the sides of his shop, and when we arrived at the big square, gilded Victor Hugo lived in a stone palace on the northeast side of the square to complete the ribs of Victor’s daily commute from home to the gallery, where he sipped coffee and met the friend of French poet and writer Alexandre Dume, who shared his asylum trip to Belgium escaping from the tyranny of Napoleon symbols Intellectuals French Revolution. At the end of the visit, after our ship flung the waves of imagination and weaving details, in search of everything that inspired the genius of the French and international novel, and before we left the square, I pointed to her to a house in the square-topped by a hexagonal star and asked her: “Do you know who lived here?!” Well, I’ll tell you more about this place in a post coming.