It never used to bother me that the purpose of life hid somewhere over the rainbow. I took pleasure in the search for it. Lately what was a happy search has turned into a battle without weapons, a boat ride…
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Setting sail
The past week I spend back “home” in Sweden. My boss called it “vacation”, my stiff muscles painfully disagree. My trip to Sweden, not quite work related, was still far from a leisure trip. It concerned the elimination of a…
Feminism 101
I always wanted to say more than I could and as my words turned into a mess, I once again postponed a post on feminism. As an acquaintance casually mentioned how he and his friends accidentally ended up at a…
When in Rome
The Rome week started on Monday when I due to temporary laziness for perfect planning, showed up at the airport much earlier than I normally would. Thank God for laziness, for at the airport I was notified that my flight…
A healthy ration of perspective
South Africa, part three Almost an hour late for pick-up Han Solo rushed into our hotel informatively proclaiming: “We already got some ‘technical issues’… with our very ‘South African’ car…” It was our first day of a three day holiday taking us out of…
For richer or poorer
South Africa, part one The bus took myself and Don Quijote from Cape Town airport into the city. First the landscape was empty, with occasional buildings hiding between a tree or two in the plentitude of grass. As in silent…
Bellum omnium contra omnes
Armed with two 60 cm long green pillows, Bambi and myself walked through the tourist crowded streets of Barcelona. Fifteen minutes later feathers soared serenely in a “setting-sun”-atmosphere filled with battle cries, laughter and the numb sound of pillows-in-movement hitting…
Milk and cookies
Steam rose from my legs as they stretched out from the water’s surface. For the first time since I moved here (Bolzano, Italy) I managed to appropriately assess the size of the water boiler to the corresponding amount in the…
2015’s death-flash
Tellus makes another home run and our rather superfluous existence carry on for another round. Nostalgia in the shape of short term memory-loss compel us to recall while we regret, relief or delight in the past year. Like a near-death-experience…
Chasing Cunégonda
What is it that keeps us going? To draw breath one more time, to rise one more time, to walk one more mile, to fight one more battle, to love one more time, to pick up the pieces one more…