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Monday 25 July 2011

Opna Landskap

Having lived for so long in a part of Spain where terrorism is a reality, I seem to have lost that idea/conviction that so many have had that these things cannot happen in Norway. It can happen. It has.

Media is gorging itself, both on the collective grief and the emerging information about the person who did it: Photos of dead and missing young people on the front page, interviews with friends from secondary school, a father he has not seen in 15 years, heroic deeds and rescues. And soon they will begin to ask why it was not prevented. As if somehow the police should investigate every person out there who owns a farm and buys fertilizer. If a person wants to do damage, that person will find a way, and more quietly if alone.

But this is all gleamed from finding the cartoons in the newspapers. I have an empty head, that function enough for work but there is little left when home. I try to write letters and nothing comes out, the cards remain empty, my diary have only one entry since I came here, just numbness, maybe a mental holiday after so much thinking and processing during these last 7 months?

Saturday 23 July 2011

What to say?

Words seem so poor confronted with the horror those young people must have lived through yesterday. Sadness.

Tuesday 19 July 2011

A day off

ahhhhh


two hours of eating breakfast, sipping cafe con leche and surfing the nets....

I bought tickets for september exams, the return will go through Milan for some reason, and a part of me thinks it would be really cool to just jump off and stay in Italy for some days, eating good food, peoplewatching and play with my canon.

Soon, I tell myself, soon.

The thought of traveling alone is seductive and scary at the same time. In my book, museums and gardens are best visited alone, but being alone with my thoughts for too long..

Where would I go? I would love to putz around England and drool over mansions and cottages, eating pub food and go for walks. Drive down the atlantic coast of France, eating croissants and drinking wine. Find some summer-open mountain hotel in Austria and gorge on fresh air and tranquility...

Sunday 17 July 2011

Home

Home in Drøbak.

Working my butt off, that is good, but my days are again turned around and it is an effort to think.

Thus few posts. There is just not much to tell. Work, Sleep, Tv, Study, trying to rid myself of certain repetitive thoughts, sleep...