David Van Reybrouck rolls into the yard on an old mountain bike. He apologizes for the 30 seconds delay. And the splattered shoes, sorry! He bounces up the stairs to his office, makes tea in an enamel pot, adjusts the flea market chairs, clears the table, all at the same time. So friendly, so much energy. In the afternoon, he says, he starts his new book.
Portrait of the writer David Van Reybrouck – Culture
