Postcards from France

All here over: Nîmes, this weekend



















above and underneath: Toulouse, two weeks ago

l'Automne

Mathematics

Me: Now listen to me, for example, if I take three cans with 1 % mango in each and pour them into a big bottle, It will have the same taste, and it will still be 1 % mango in it.

french dude: Haha, no no, Myleen, that makes THREE percent. You have three cans, right.

Me: ... Yes, you have three times the amount of mango, but you also have three times the amount of the other liquids in the cans, consequently there is still just one percent mango.

The two other french people: *silence* .... Well, yeah.. she's right... in THEORY
Maybe it works for DRINKS.. but not for everything

Several frustrating minutes later one of them delivers this killer line

French guy: Okay, it might be logic, but that doesn't apply to real things.
Math has got nothing to do with reality.

I spent the rest of the evening being upset about this enormous ignorance, so vast that it doesn't even see itself.

Of course all previous lines were delivered in french, and of course I was not quite so eloquent.
But peu importe.

Smooch

Spin

I was looking through my pictures, and strumbled over this one. And for the first time, I actually experienced a real warm feeling, when thinking of my graduation. This picture has such an air of joy and freedome. Sounds cliché, and indeed it is. I mostly lacked this feeling during the whole event, probably because I found it slightly ridiculous how you were supposed to scream and act like an idiot. etc. I felt as if though the whole thing was being forced upon me. But looking back now, and looking at this picture, maybe it wasn't so bad after all.

Plupp

Jag saknar min lilla Kaorin.
Nyår i Paris, säger jag. Det blir fint.