The sign said 'Liege'. br A smelly town in proper Belgium. br The stop was short, br much distance lay ahead. br I parked the bike br on its pedestal br right near the kiosk, br and then went inside br to help myself br to its soft papers br that one would use br to wipe then flush. br That was the plan. br br And, if your travels br take you to that br smelly town, br I hereby warn you br that their railway stations br do not have seats br but single holes, br two handles, br where they do expect br you lay your egg br of brownish colour. br Oh, what a shock! br br And when my key br fell into that, br which was intended br to travel further down, br through force of gravity, br I had to stoop, br though turned around, br no longer squatting br close to peril. br And dug with skill, br and, let us say, br much quiet desperation br until I saved it br from a certain br last farewell.