Posts Tagged ‘P’
Sweden is where detective stories are made. Since the roaring success of Stieg Larssons Millennium trilogy even the last person on the planet has been confronted with the dangerous pleasures of the Swedish underworld and it sometimes seems like a Swedish name has become a quality- or at least sales promise for chief inspector so-and-so’s latest adventures.
Håkan Nesser is one of Sweden’s best-selling authors – producing detective stories of course.
Together with a couple of friends, he now starts and airline: RAUK AIR, to ensure they all get to their summer- writing- or family houses on the island of Gotland without the hassle of a car drive.
Just a short one today. Something Johnny found and I thought was worth translating. Some copy for a place called PAPERCUT.
You are born. You learn to walk. You start school. You fall in love. You get dumped. You get up again. You fall in love again. You get dumped again. You go on. You steal a chocolate cookie. You get caught. You are ashamed. You get tired about being ashamed. You run away. You become an exchange student. You get in trouble. You get sent home again.
You fall in love. Read the rest of this entry »
I ate dinner at Beautiful B.’s house on the weekend. She made the most fantastic meals to prepare us for our trip to northern India and I learned new words and unpronounceable names, how turbans are warm and hurt on your forehead, that Punjabi and Hindi are to each other like Swedish and Norwegian and I tried mouthrefreshing Paan in the most amazing colors – served in my favorite little silver box.
As we talked our welcome-wine through the inner city apartment, P. wondered how it was going with the traffic outside the livingroom window – expecting an answer about the quality of super-sound-isolation-double-glass. Read the rest of this entry »
God Jul, Merry Christmas, Frohe Weihnachten!
For the holidays, we adapt to German grammar and use capital letters for our Christmas wishes. I assume this adds to their holiness. P. and I however just got back from my family in Germany, one meter snow, too much food and Brussels airport.
Brussels airport deserves extra attention this year.
a) because I missed my flight by 5 minutes and
b) because it serves as a platform for corporate promises. This is where Europe lands to go to work after all.
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Sunday evening at Wagamama.
Perfect I thought, the place to go after the boat show: sore feet, rain drizzle over face, jeans and inside shoes, low blood sugar.
Wagamama just opened their first restaurant in Stockholm and it has been a hype. As if Grace Jones was coming to town. 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 »
”As always, she came sliding in on a shrimp sandwich”, says P.
My brain immediately begins investigating all mental associations for something that makes sense. No result, but entertaining Kopfkino of our friend entering the locale on a prawn bun, decelerating softly in an elegant turn. And then of course dismounting without the slightest bit of caviar on her stilettos.
Jag märker det redan när jag vaknar till en solig morgon på min lilla ö. Trots det äntligen blivit riktigt augustiväder, känns hela jag som neddragna ögonbryn.
Jag gör en fantastisk god kaffe med lilla mockabryggaren men njuter varken av lukten eller smaken, eftersom det är ju verkligen inget speciellt med kaffe. Read the rest of this entry »