samedi 21 juin 2008
Midsummer nights-dream in Malmö
I put them flowers in my hair, packed the salad and the wine and biked to to the party. The kitchen was crowded and the food was a lot. Girls with wavy dresses moved around and the big balcony stayed out of the rain and even got some sunshine. Färskpotatis en masse, räkor, avokado, meatballs and all the other delicious stuff was eaten, except for Matildas läskiga kamben, brought from work. Elin´s homemade snaps also went down in the company of Feta fransyskor and the other songs Kati had printed down.
We stayed out until the coldness became unbearable and moved inside. The guests beagan to drop off after a while and at 3 a.m there were only three persons still up and dancing.
dimanche 15 juin 2008
And some Gothenburg in between
Sometimes I get these cravings. Or whatever you call it when you feel you simply have to get out. Out of this town, where you´ve worked, studied, socialised and drällt for a whole year (ok, with the occasional get aways, but still). The days when you want to rip someones head off simply for having skorrande rrr.
So I jumped on a train and went off to my hometown. So välbehövligt, so much what I´ve missed. The darling family, the sociopatic cat, the beautiful wonderful funny friends. So lucky to have all this, just three hours away.
Wine at Andreas´, preparty at Sofies´, Kommersen and brunch at Järntorget/ Vasa. It is bubbly and wonderful and good for heart and soul.
But then we drive out to see Granny at the hospital. It is the eyes this time. She is so happy to see us, and she is making so much effort to eat the medhavda jordgubbar with hands that shake and eyes that no longer see. I pretend to have something stuck in one eye while discreetely turning away. Granny promises to stay out of the hosital next time I visit and try not fall or make antyhing stupid. We leave her alone, in the sjukhussal and go back to Berggrensgatan. And I get on my train back to Malmö later on and return to city where the other wonderful smart and funny friends are and where life is completely different.
jeudi 5 juin 2008
Late night at Gäddan/ tribute to the Breakfast club
I sneaked out from studenthuset Gripen at 21.45 carrying tequila, 6 lemons, some white wine, tonic water and ginger ale, a couple of blankets and two kuddar.
At 22.15 I reached Centralen where I locked the stuff in and biked to Lilla torg, where the rest of the group was waiting. We had some beer in the bar before moving to Centralen, where we took the stuff with us and moved towards Gäddan. The black water sparkled under the bridge and the familiar campus was dark but shiny in the moon light.
We went in at the same time as a tiredlooking but relieved student went out and proceeded to reka the område. There are about three övervakningskameror only on the first floor. As we moved up to the third and fifth we could see there were four exchange students still working in the computer rooms.
We discussed for a moment whether to wait wih music or not, but came to the conclusion that the exchange students could be there all night. So we put the music on and started mixing the drinks. At one point the lift stopped at out our floor and a confused student looked out. We offered him a drink but he politely rejected. After two tequila shots, one Fidel Castro and two Gin & Tonic, there was time for the Stols-rally.
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