I still don't know when it would be best to plan my next trip [to Belgium]. Here, after your departure, and the departure of Jan,[1] the atmosphere has become a bit bizarre. The next afternoon, we met up with Rudi[2] at a cafe: he was an hour and a half late and, soon after his arrival, we left. The day before that, he had telephoned to say he must leave at once, but, two days later, if one believes a telephone call from Dominique,[3] he is still here. All this is more and more obscure and, even if our meeting wasn't very dazzling in the communication of avant-garde ideas, Rudi's behavior always seems like a roundabout childish game [jeu de piste].
Since then, one tells me that Dominique is still calling to find out when I will be in Belgium (I myself don't know) and does this "in order that she can anticipate the arrival of the others" (??) and that she won't be there at the same time (?). All the more strange is the fact that I have never let it be understood that I would go to Antwerp, but only to Brussels.
Tell me when my visit would be best arranged for you.
Cordially yours,[1] Jan Strijbosch.
[2] Rudi Renson.
[3] Companion of Jan Strijbosch.
(Published in Guy Debord, Correspondance, Volume 2, 1960-1964. Footnotes by Alice Debord. Translated from the French by NOT BORED! May 2005.)