Archive for the ‘Memories’ Category
“Malin ended up being a member of parliament”, I read in Dagens Nyheter. It is her birthday today and the newspaper congratulates her with a 1 pager to 65 years of a Swedish life and 45 years of making people fall in love with her. Read the rest of this entry »
When I was 13 I hated about everything with round corners. I did not want to practice the piano anymore, was generally embarrassed during Chorus – although I dearly loved it – , thought the kids who each had their own TV set were coolest and was convinced my mom purposely tortured us with whole-wheat pasta. Or that “milk from cows” in brown glass bottles with the disgusting greasy stuff on top. Read the rest of this entry »
I went for a stroll along the beach this afternoon. After avoiding 78 tourist shops I went into the 79th one and bought something to sit on during sunset. The shop makes its own bags out of recycled newspapers. Nice looking and reused, I like the concept. My bag announces Read the rest of this entry »
It is sunday and this is a quick update on the comeback of kick sleds. There seems to be only one place around Stockholm selling them: “Granngården” – or “The neighbors ranch”, a store for people who have farms, horses, shotguns, moose- spyglasses and no problem with -40 degrees during forest labour.
I admit I did not really fit in, Read the rest of this entry »
After a couple of polite questions about my whereabouts I can state that I have been busy, freezing and quite uninspired. And occupied winterproofing boats at 15 degrees minus as well as researching adequate means of transportation for the upcoming season.
Until it next breaks down, I take the subway. On my way to work yesterday I ran into two updates
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I like Lufthansa.
As pathetic as it may sound, looking out of an airport window and seeing lots of Lufthansa logos makes me feel happy and safe. At home.
This accurs regularily outside Sweden, since they don’t fly to Stockholm very often.
Or at least not when I need them. Read the rest of this entry »
Just woke up to a beautiful october morning on our little island. And even better: friends from Berlin are making coffee in the kitchen! Those who know always bring bread. Heavy whole grain German bread. Mmmhhhh. With butter and quince jam.
This one is round with a dark crust and comes from a Bavarian bakery called “Hofpfisterei”, which only recently opened a shop in Berlin.
“Do you make the bread here, or do you ship it over from Munich?” – asks Peter, seeing in the bakerygirls face that Read the rest of this entry »