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I exchanged some money in downtown Patiala today. In an AC-market to be precise, the more luxurious, air-conditioned way to shop.
Dollars and Rupees add complexity to my usual currency confusion (I still think in Euro after 5 years Sweden), so I did ask for some hard facts, when the gentlemen behind the banking counter gently wriggled his head and said: “Yes Madame, that will be 4450 Rupees”. 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 »
I have never lived in London for more than two weeks but spent a bit of time there, especially with the headquarter of my last employer being in the UK. During that time I strongly experienced how different (working) cultures are – and how I was stuck as a German between the Swedish and the English one.
Strolling through Islington, discussing construction work drama (painting, tiling, plumbing, floors), a sudden insight suddenly struck me. Read the rest of this entry »
Everyone knows ABBA. We remember Roxette. Quite a few know that The Hives, Mando Diao and Backyard Babies are from Sweden. Or Agnes (releeeease me). And Robyn of course! There are many more incredibly talented musicians here and I am amazed by the amount of tunes this nation sends out in the aether. (It’s in the genes. Or is it? This is one of my 3-6 biggest questionmarks).
There are some great men and women outside the limelight who reliably supply the western worlds radio stations with ear candy. Read the rest of this entry »
“They are kicking us out of the apartment!”
“Boat sinking now!”
“The city hall is on fire!!”
“What? Where? What can I do?” would be an expected reaction. And the Prussian part of me instantly throws a net of structure over the situation to identify priorities and a timing for solving the mess. Whereas many of P’s fellow countrymen easily switch to relax-mode. This might come as a surprise to many, but there are quite some soft beats and ganja in the Swedish soul. Read the rest of this entry »
They have not been very reliable this summer.
We woke up to wind that never was predicted and the big baltic rainstorm arrived early last tuesday.
New in the north, I often laughed at sunny swedish mornings, welcomed with a blank look: ”But they said it would rain!” Instead of ”Good morning! Coffee?” and took it as an example of the Scandinavian weather obsession.
Of course wrong predictions can get you into serious trouble when dinners are planned long in advance and all guests arrive exactly at 18.00h.
But it began dawning on me that the source for irritation isn’t solely unexpected winds.
”They” are not the weather guys. They are some kind of higher authority. They seem to sit somewhere with a very big joystick, causing insecurity and confusion when things go wrong.
To this day I have not entirely understood if ”They” sit in the same imaginary building as ”They” giving out rental contracts and those in charge of personal numbers. They seem to be connected to a system you can freely complain about and expect stuff from. ”I should get a 3 bedroom apartment”. A bit like parents.
Fatherland, motherland, my new homeland.
14.15: the sun just came.