I'm alive despite doing everything apart from blogging, and herewith I guess I'm officially back.
What has she done the past two weeks, where did she go, what happened...
At least I would like to know, if I were an unknowing friend.
Tight. Right now, I'm sitting somewhere close to Oslo, it's in the middle of the night, the stars right above me (means, I can't really see the keyboard), after fantastic barbeque and mead (which means, hitting the right keys on the keyboard isn't all too easy either, especially with the horn on my lap/held with one hand, as it was still one hour ago. Didn't keep me from going online).
I came back here at half past two in the afternoon, spent some time in Oslo, sitting at the same spot again as I was at before I went there, and met up with my friend Harald, to get to his place. Same time, same place, same luggage, almost the same cloths, deja-vu.
And yet, everything different. Somehow.
I will blog about it, probably shortly, not everything, but bits of bits.
I've taken enough photos to blog without telling anything anyway, so.
One of the first things I thought when I exited the aircraft and went down the isle to get my luggage, looking outside, was"It's different."
And with that, I was talking about the sky. No matter where I've been... there has never been anything like the sky here. I tried taking a picture of a 'nothing special everyday kinda normal'-sky.
This is what I got.
I feel like blogging more, but neither my fingers, my brain, nor my heart do.
これでまォやすみ。Unless I find unfinished memes ＞＞’