Resumé

Some weeks ago me and my volunteer colleagues headed toward Toulouse. Blond short-haired character = Ielse, the dutch girl i work with, blond girl in green jacket = Alexandra from macedonia. Serious woman. Little red ridinghood = me (my hair is now brown. i dont know if i prefered the red or not.. )
small thing = Mabu from germany.

In the pink city, as they call it, we visited a splendid museum (not so appreciated by everyone), ate kebab, and took a stroll. That's about it.

Moooving on


Three weeks ago I took the car, and hit the road. Destination Castres - small town, somewhat bigger than my "own". One of the reasons for my trip is called Felix, seen above, accompanied by me, in a cemetery.
Dear julia joined too, and we spent the weekend on "la ferme", inhabited by 5 happy volunteers.
So happy that they decided to make a fucking garden on their lawn. I tried to seem as if i was helping, while watching the others work. Lovely day.

This was followed by a rather chaotic, but highly enjoyable music session.

Here below, an angel in Rodez cemetery. We're starting to become good friends.
Coming next on interstellar cotton candy: the famungus trip to Berlin and Paris.
*strange random sounds* sssssstay tuned!

Green

New Year in the city of cities

Forgive me for being too lazy to figure out how to turn the vertical pictures around..

New Year in the city of cities

Conques

Today

At the unchristian hour 8.25, my old but loyal
cellphone woke me up with an aggressive vibration.
This is, mind you, not part of my stereotypical day,
as i normally get up at.. say 13.00 (naturally, i had
not succeeded in falling asleep earlier than 4 a.m.)
I dressed, and went outside my door, walked a couple of
steps and knocked on the door to my neighbour.
I ate breakfast with this neighbour of mine and the latest addition to the small and unlucky volunteer team in
this Rodez, sometimes referred to as a town. Consisting of a german girl. Anyone surprised?
Then followed 3 hours of french courses. I say no
more.
at 12 I attended a so called lunch meeting (Fancy
pancy, I am so grown up. or not.)
It was as boring as it was supposed to be.

After this, some hours of tired half-existence.
Lately, I have been feeling
crappy, and I cannot actually stand to be in the
company of my own thoughts (normally i find them very
pleasant, entertaining, not to say bright) Hence, I
have been trying to shut them out by listening to
music (not so efficient) watching movies (slightly
better) and playing music (very efficient). So.. I was
playing the guitar for a while, but gave up, as i am so
tired of the same chords over and over again and my own
inability to be innovative. I switched to flute, which
was more satisfying. I really love my flute. Then i
spent some time missing my piano, and feeling unhappy
that I'll probably be a lot less skilled upon my re
arrival in sweden, after 9 pianoless months.

At 17.00 I went down to the cellar, which is my
workplace. I spent two hours playing guitar and trying
my hardest not to be condescending or generally
impolite to my breakfast partners, which was slightly
facilitated by the fact that I had brought my guitar.
The reason for me bringing it showed up around 20.00,
in the shape of an old Russian man. His old fingers,
who had more or less not felt the frets of a guitar
since 30 years, had not forgotten and created the
rather unfamiliar but most welcome sound of russian
folk music.
The rest of the evening people were more or less
impressed by my playing, depending on their own level
of musical knowledge and interest.

(none or low level of knowledge, none or low interest
(might also mean terrible taste, according to me) =
Very slightly, or hardly impressed
none or low level of knowledge, high interest (or good
taste, by all means) = quite impressed
Medium knowledge, high interest = Impressed
High knowledge, bad taste = slightly or not very
impressed
High knowledge, good taste = Somewhat impressed, in a
sort of friendly way

OBS, this was partly a creation of my occasionally
vivid imagination, as no one with high knowledge was
present

)
At approximately 12.00 I left the animation room, got
my dearest little macbook and walked here. Our
"office", since internet is not working in my
apartment. nothing ever works in this god forsaken
country.

Nåväl

Dear fellow humans,
My computer has been crashed for a month or so, hence the lack of new posts.
Recently I succeeded in reinstalling the software,
unfortunately this lead to the ellimination of all content on this computer.
approximately 100 GB of.. everything. My life. Is gone.
All my pictures since 5 years back.
My compositions.
My respectable music collection.

Oh well, that's life.
I'll just start over.

I am at the moment sitting in a giant empty house. Belonging to a certain Maximus.
I am entertainting myself though, I just watched the second and final episode f SVT's christmas drama "August". Strindberg, that is. Played by the one and only Jonas Karlsson. And yes, I do have a thing for him. Strindberg or Karlsson, you might ask yourself. Which i cannot answer, even though the original answer would be Karlsson, I identify them too much with eachother at this specific moment. I have to read Röda Rummet very soon. Oh I have to read so many books, I got lots of them for christmas, and they all seem positively delightful. I am still busy reading Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell at the moment. 1000 pages...
Back to Strindberg, intriguingly portayed by Jonas Karlsson; I had some vague notion of him being this bitter, proud old man who detests women. This changed slightly after watching this series. Which is of course an understatement.
I can, however, imagine that my previous image of him might have had some truth to it after all, but since i only saw a small part of his life, and an early part, I can imagine that he changed.. And of course, this was somewhat fictional. I imagine it is quite impossible to have a complete and truthfull insight into his life and personality.

Annyway, I spent christmas at my sister's place. Her daughter now trots around the house mumbling "karta" (=map) and throwing balls. And in one month or so, the sound of an additional sweet child scream will fill her house...
Me, I will go to Paris and meet my dearest Karin and a complete stranger. Well, several probably, but we will occupy the house of one of them in particular. I believe it will be a new year somewhat more interesting than the last 19 ones.

Happy New Year to all!

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.

Mal à la gorge

Yesterday was... interesting.
Let's say I drove to the middle of nowhere to be greeted by a dog with eyes of different colours, people who have never heard of showers and a masturbating skeleton. Let's say an italian hardcore band slept in my apartment. And let's say I had strawberries for breakfast.

Now, I'll give you a hint. One of the statements is false.
Gold star for the right answer.

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This weekend I have:
Climbed a real mountain
Spent time with good people, who are now gone
driven 500 km