THE RECEPTION
A singular change now comes over the silent, deserted city.
First, a few stray Belgians shew on the side-paths. Then more appear,
and more still, and as the procession of the Germans comes onwards
through the town I discover little groups of men and women sprung out of
the very earth it seems to me.
All along the Avenue de Commerce, gathered in the heavy greyness on the
side-paths, are little straggling groups of _Anversois._
As I look at them, I suddenly experience a sensation of suffocation.
Am I dreaming?
Or are they really _smiling_, those people, _smiling to the Germans!_
Then, to my horror, I see two old men waving gaily to that long grey
oncoming line of men and horses.
And then I see a woman flinging flowers to an officer, who catches them
and sticks them into his horse's bridle.
At that moment I realise I am in for some extraordinary experience,
something that Brussels has not in the least prepared me for!