There are two kinds of luggage -
hand luggage and lost luggage.
It is an intellectual and interesting
challenge to travel with just your
handluggage.
But definitely worth it.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Yotel at Heathrow
One week from now, I will stay at the Yotel at
Heathrow for one night.
How will it be to sleep in a box?
The impressions of some of the other guests
How to locate the yotel at terminal 4 at Heathrow
It will be interesting to see how this comes out,
when I actually get there. :-)
Naturkunnskap = Natural sciences
book we used in elementary school.
For the grand price of 10 kr (less than two dollars)
I brought it home to relive those lessons.
The subjects included animals, plants, physics and
chemistry and health.
The photos were all in black and white, but I remember
I liked the color drawings, like this one:
I think I have mentioned it before, but the most crazy
part about these lessons was that instead of walking
outside our classroom into the most fantastic nature
right behind our school to see the plants and animals
close up, we sat in the classroom, copying the texts
from this very book and making copies of the drawings.
What a waste!
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Observing a young couple
They obviously were in love.
The way they held hands.
The bounce in their steps.
The way they turned to each other as they talked.
I was on the other side of the street, behind them.
He was dressed like any other young man in Norway
would dress - Bermuda shorts, T-shirt.
Only his jet black hair hinted his parents may have
been born in another country.
She was shorter, very petite.
Her black leggings showed off her very thin legs.
Her tunika/ short dress had long sleeves.
That far she could perhaps also have been one of
many other young women in Norway.
It was her hiyab, her headcovering, that was hinting
to her family background.
But the two of them mostly looked very much in love.
He then quickly put her arm around her.
The hiyab and the hug became for me a symbol of
trying to live in two cultures.
Perhaps it was. Perhaps it wasn't.
Listening to the rain
My grandparents had a summer house next to the
Oslofjord. It was fairly primitive and small, but it
always had place for the enlarged family to meet.
I remember one summer when I was twelve that
only my grandmother and I stayed there alone.
She thought she was looking after me, and I knew I
was looking after her. :-)
Just now it is ten at night, still some light outside, and
I opened the window to get some fresh air.
It turned out it was raining outside.
The sound of this summer rain brought me straight
back to that summerhouse of my childhood.
I remember that when it rained, I would stay in my bed
up in the attic, reading old magazines my aunts had brought,
and hear the same sound of rain in the background and
feel the same moist smell of Norwegian summer
like I do just now.
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