(Written on no-Internet-Saturday) 09.00 o’clock – My alarm clock is ringing, unnecessary as today was one of the rare occasions in which I rose even before the sun. Once again I am on a train. The surrounding landscape is magical.…
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Magdeburg Monday demonstration
Not one police van was on duty, the number of vans were equal to the double length of the street. Darkly dressed police officers framed the street that occasionally takes me from work to the supermarket. On edge, prepared for…
Damsel in undistress
Furious I sit in the kitchen. As I a moment ago, was heading home from the gym my bike chained jumped like it does on regular intervals. “No big deal” I thought and flipped the bike over to fix it.…
Wanderlust spirit
Lately I have not really had anything to fight for. Desiring something not only to look forward to but to actively work towards. An easy fix would be to finally succeed with that yearly book-reading challenge (52 books per year).…
Shopping mania
My friend and I left the university to head down town for a minor shopping session. She was hunting a birthday gift for her man, I was in search of a pair of pants that did not make me want…
Calm Christmas chaos
Christmas started when me and my mother took the train to Stockholm to visit my father during the holidays. My parents who have been divorced for the last 25 years still manage to maintain a good friendship – most of…
Stargazing
This Sunday I spend the evening in the company of The Philosopher. A person in whose company I for some reason adapt myself to the most comfortable state of misanthropy. When discussing with him, I take the stand that humanity…
Workout sanctuary
Last week when I was chilling with my friends from high school I was mighty impressed of the exercise moral of one of them. I once more got motivated to get my exercise plan started and told myself: this week…
Kyuss me!
A while back I stumbled upon one of those music bands that is either the exception that proves the rule, or the encounter that forces you to re-evaluate your preferences. Not having any recollection of appreciating anything remotely similar to…
Electric cable feeling in someone’s living room
“Electric cable feeling, electric cable healing” – A South African guy sings as I sit there in a complete stranger’s living room. I am there by a combination of complete chance and lust for adventure. Not having any clear idea of…