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Last week one of my very best friends died. That’s the worst thing that happened. The emptiness left by his absence is gaping. Last week I also had “periradikuläre Therapie” – pain+inflammation treatment of the nerve going into my left leg. Long needles stuck into my back and stuff injected. It has

I couldn’t make myself write about it: my reactions or my thoughts. From the beginning I have been struck by what a non-entity he is, and delving into analysis only gave disappointing results. Each time I tried to add my two-pennies’ worth I came up with – nothing. And that was awful because that no

On Wednesday we, that is Thomas, Pascal and I, were having a “lazy day”, and in the afternoon we decided to head out for icecream with the dogs. I got bored waiting for Thomas to convince the teenager that exposure to fresh air and daylight would not turn him to dust, so I went ahead [...]

Winter finally caught up with us here too. We all blame Siberia for -11°C with a freezing cold wind and snow. That dreaded snow. The worst of it is the many times I have to hear that as a Norwegian I am supposed to both be used to it and like the crap. Mischa likes [...]

Well, it’s a bit more than that. Thomas’ oldest son is in hospital with a badly broken leg and has joined the statistics over people who break their limbs in skiing accidents in Austria. It’s one of these statistics one can only get into if you live in a country with both snow and mountains. [...]

I love hearing about others’ reactions to Norway, a place I once knew intimately from being born and bred there. Until I could take it no more and fled. And this post (as well as some of the preceding posts on the blog) describes so well why I no longer live there. I have a [...]

Found myself sprinting along Währingerstraße trying to keep up with Mischa at 7 this morning. Just before Votivkirche he broke into a sprint. The poor thing had the runs. So much for giving the dogs a Christmas treat from our dinner of orange duck.