tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14841552940326751462024-02-18T18:32:54.656-08:00It's a Norwegian~ThingSouthern Thinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14391698892374543617noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484155294032675146.post-8897017244307029372010-12-21T03:20:00.000-08:002010-12-21T04:19:55.602-08:00Jeg elsker dere!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHzbi6bH8AMx1wDsjJ2YkinycbTPzYt-gLrxszQ7ngznRrl1wDKuGRViuI9ZvjKfiWk9CimEYMmx74Mag6RK8LKGMCetVO1XCHG0n3SIYpNmvzbfJQ5IOC7SshnipqQJUsNI9GN425TOw/s1600/IMG_9301.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553094124565746450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHzbi6bH8AMx1wDsjJ2YkinycbTPzYt-gLrxszQ7ngznRrl1wDKuGRViuI9ZvjKfiWk9CimEYMmx74Mag6RK8LKGMCetVO1XCHG0n3SIYpNmvzbfJQ5IOC7SshnipqQJUsNI9GN425TOw/s320/IMG_9301.jpg" /></a>Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?<br /><br /><br />I don't know...<br />I'm in my room. It's green. If I turn around I can see my toys, my plants, my books and photos. If i glance outside I can see apartment blocks.<br /><br />I said I would write the last entry in Norway...didn't happen. I'm glad it didn't because I had a lot of other things to enjoy on my last days there.<br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>Bergen and Oslo</strong><br />After singing carols in the train station in Drammen, we stepped, me and April, on the aprox. 10 hour train ride to Bergen.<br />We got on the vertical tram ride to see the city of rainy skies from 300 meters above. Instead of rain we got a beautiful sunrise, loud children dressed as angles and a funny troll.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_gZJ2vCOOuD4immGvCMgcms-UwGlwhArXEBtBLZ1laWrhj4GU45TegTRAaOrl3UH0rHiLLJ1B3STH8zgT9Z5k5nvwC-FGsn-GSChamAwxi5D1D3Hl9_S5e3N3IVbCWXvZ3azwc3OwEcg/s1600/IMG_8567.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553095275099032962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_gZJ2vCOOuD4immGvCMgcms-UwGlwhArXEBtBLZ1laWrhj4GU45TegTRAaOrl3UH0rHiLLJ1B3STH8zgT9Z5k5nvwC-FGsn-GSChamAwxi5D1D3Hl9_S5e3N3IVbCWXvZ3azwc3OwEcg/s320/IMG_8567.jpg" /></a> Next stop Bryggen, the old town. Wooden houses soo old and colorful. Christmas decorations and the smell of pine trees everywhere.<br /><br /><br />A nice old man sharing the history of the "ghost town" with us in a warm room filled with black and white postcards.<br />A walk to the big red church, passed a great view of the mountain. Pat a friendly, fat Norwegian cat on the way...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivK3eBg-cDfgplvHqO3dne7t0-k5ylXFmV8POCo1J1y8Pz6kyhyMcE3JYMqqr3k4JvBBr2XITrTde7zIFN-AZyEcqTUhumtdGVqY40sg4b1nljjXAhc7RK1FtMbGvNJI1lJB_0jVqCLSc/s1600/IMG_8911.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553097621782031026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivK3eBg-cDfgplvHqO3dne7t0-k5ylXFmV8POCo1J1y8Pz6kyhyMcE3JYMqqr3k4JvBBr2XITrTde7zIFN-AZyEcqTUhumtdGVqY40sg4b1nljjXAhc7RK1FtMbGvNJI1lJB_0jVqCLSc/s320/IMG_8911.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvugOvdMusm1KgCdbP5z8clEv18EzMnUpwEP3rAuBbRYGYpkngb-0V-K9TaoHZZ0FLDBhcln6fddbt9SsJzaMs035kcpcheCssI50eJyPax_RG3zUiSrkAUZHhcHI7G2GkNxuMt1CnciI/s1600/IMG_8838.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553096896565642194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvugOvdMusm1KgCdbP5z8clEv18EzMnUpwEP3rAuBbRYGYpkngb-0V-K9TaoHZZ0FLDBhcln6fddbt9SsJzaMs035kcpcheCssI50eJyPax_RG3zUiSrkAUZHhcHI7G2GkNxuMt1CnciI/s320/IMG_8838.jpg" /></a><br />Breath the fresh morning air...stretching of arms and dreading of backpacks.<br />Talk to a lady about the best way to get to the aquarium and enjoy the seal show and feeding of penguins.<br />Talk to the crocodiles and spiders.<br />Spend the rest of the day walking through the city centre, eating sandwiches packed from home in Burger King.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Singing Romanian carols at 10 p.m. in the train station in Bergen. A wonderful echo...<br />Another train ride to Oslo<br /><br /><br />7:00 Oslo<br />9:00 Oslo Opera House<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWq4mcrFHjMtXgakOQ4w-jhXREblYc5HAOzBAgW0XTYkzbaCiXk-5-3kYDN5zxiH6HOVa5Hbg979BrK9fM6LNSvlgB5CqVF65CAjjQarGYXUyOE6PGdx6Lc7HGi-FwJzDPDbS7rN6clSc/s1600/IMG_9148.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553100165420068770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWq4mcrFHjMtXgakOQ4w-jhXREblYc5HAOzBAgW0XTYkzbaCiXk-5-3kYDN5zxiH6HOVa5Hbg979BrK9fM6LNSvlgB5CqVF65CAjjQarGYXUyOE6PGdx6Lc7HGi-FwJzDPDbS7rN6clSc/s320/IMG_9148.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnZbpr3CVKqB8WiqBGBcaUc84QpYcBq7nTTeXXwwLczu_v12JAh2Q_0W19yM4e10GUhC6vMf9hL8XVS342_JsMAMyExmLrGt2aFBwoLgMzVIVvyy6hwkPrpu8DzUjpbQyvFlC8y9QEaAg/s1600/IMG_9156.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnZbpr3CVKqB8WiqBGBcaUc84QpYcBq7nTTeXXwwLczu_v12JAh2Q_0W19yM4e10GUhC6vMf9hL8XVS342_JsMAMyExmLrGt2aFBwoLgMzVIVvyy6hwkPrpu8DzUjpbQyvFlC8y9QEaAg/s320/IMG_9156.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553101431377176082" /></a><br />Munch Museum, The National Gallery, The History Museum, The Royal Palace.<br />Meeting friends and having tea -> Ida <3<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPZWDbxzDw-T3QLG1Jmd56dKs98LCzqGAJqxOp4MG2GHntJL_oYWSjknt6-BHKcCR5KIOCoRqaD5Z9PcwNV2vYqAuIO5YG1t1NatWXb5J51rL6ob2zmBdn2ogfDiMNiJ8j8AjfhfIavuU/s1600/IMG_9264.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPZWDbxzDw-T3QLG1Jmd56dKs98LCzqGAJqxOp4MG2GHntJL_oYWSjknt6-BHKcCR5KIOCoRqaD5Z9PcwNV2vYqAuIO5YG1t1NatWXb5J51rL6ob2zmBdn2ogfDiMNiJ8j8AjfhfIavuU/s320/IMG_9264.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553101802615397490" /></a><br />Getting on the bus to Kristiansand...<br /><br />Tired...but...I have to clean my room...because the Metallica loving cleaning lady will kick my ass with a bill if I don't...<br /><strong>I want to party with my friends!!!!!</strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3cHPniFidOAcf4LN8a1gL8xivAmUlQyKcvaCHZZWbcXPj7oFYtXaTmjz5SkzSXPnJcgHhJojupQD2bCAaqbbZ0Sw4qU1O-GnrAKby3webjCssW8ATQUdOpAbrdbGfkkRd2LbgSEhcVYw/s1600/164691_1685788298262_1044282734_31856257_3263175_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3cHPniFidOAcf4LN8a1gL8xivAmUlQyKcvaCHZZWbcXPj7oFYtXaTmjz5SkzSXPnJcgHhJojupQD2bCAaqbbZ0Sw4qU1O-GnrAKby3webjCssW8ATQUdOpAbrdbGfkkRd2LbgSEhcVYw/s320/164691_1685788298262_1044282734_31856257_3263175_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553102632476857874" /></a><br />Miss you...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj90R6S619dUs-OKKBYttqMkFbwgiG2yZ27N3iZDWp8lnGfb6Yi3R8G6oVAZVPqvwtYPpAgHjQBki9mK4PoQyqLiO1-QZ-_GRCu0ezYoSqY-pjIxSzXbLpCAmI1OfudLR-fsICcc1QSFwQ/s1600/157037_1685806898727_1044282734_31856324_4882482_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj90R6S619dUs-OKKBYttqMkFbwgiG2yZ27N3iZDWp8lnGfb6Yi3R8G6oVAZVPqvwtYPpAgHjQBki9mK4PoQyqLiO1-QZ-_GRCu0ezYoSqY-pjIxSzXbLpCAmI1OfudLR-fsICcc1QSFwQ/s320/157037_1685806898727_1044282734_31856324_4882482_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553102764243246450" /></a>Thank yooou Jossi and Thomas!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD6WRNycCAz_xf313aFDT2Ke18iCWU6SuKB8Ll393ifHJo8-8NaDG5b7ul1k2nZwGoLDDOuzMiblhkZ3MZlTeTWjXYvfFfAMjOZcTRVOB2AoBpBBih-4gkW3WZI0kwO2yTtbDS7V6J9U8/s1600/IMG_9324.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD6WRNycCAz_xf313aFDT2Ke18iCWU6SuKB8Ll393ifHJo8-8NaDG5b7ul1k2nZwGoLDDOuzMiblhkZ3MZlTeTWjXYvfFfAMjOZcTRVOB2AoBpBBih-4gkW3WZI0kwO2yTtbDS7V6J9U8/s320/IMG_9324.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553103426677905730" /></a><br />Lost my wallet in K-town...no worries, I have awesome friends that took care of me! :) Thank you April & Theresa!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-GkbqG01b5lkD1bxFp94mrUNhV4v_wLEshQh_kNX-WavWgs_AphyTRhoho3m-Rq5BGBQwHiDg1P1atBFo8LMsoDW65smNOrpy6JXFyQKZsjedaaHjV-04Eb6yeJCFwr09BKpWV5-02wE/s1600/IMG_9339.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-GkbqG01b5lkD1bxFp94mrUNhV4v_wLEshQh_kNX-WavWgs_AphyTRhoho3m-Rq5BGBQwHiDg1P1atBFo8LMsoDW65smNOrpy6JXFyQKZsjedaaHjV-04Eb6yeJCFwr09BKpWV5-02wE/s320/IMG_9339.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553104195909707250" /></a><br /><br />Home...all over the World...<br /><br />I found friends, family, art, education, sun, snow, breathtaking landscapes, awesome books and songs, interesting cultures, warm hugs, open minds, talented and wonderfully weired people, long kisses and sincere eyes...I found all this and more in the past months.<br />THANK YOU!<br /><br />the last Norwegian Thing: Jeg elsker dere!Southern Thinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14391698892374543617noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484155294032675146.post-14031189415487356232010-12-10T07:06:00.000-08:002010-12-10T07:47:14.211-08:00lucky go happy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOKgwQxXwqlLUhp-jm0au8HmlZyjKITeLhiyMloWyM_sUWjtu4znYe6Ixfb8q6NHQZh6mxjQ5W5i3BuisaHQgO8OYFN36e-Cps7fMl8JdmzVgeygRnnLBUmu0hAQzE6S6mkLUT_xvJHyI/s1600/IMG_8343.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOKgwQxXwqlLUhp-jm0au8HmlZyjKITeLhiyMloWyM_sUWjtu4znYe6Ixfb8q6NHQZh6mxjQ5W5i3BuisaHQgO8OYFN36e-Cps7fMl8JdmzVgeygRnnLBUmu0hAQzE6S6mkLUT_xvJHyI/s320/IMG_8343.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549075268932852226" /></a><strong>Amazing day!</strong><br /><br />I set my alarm clock for 8:59...I woke up at 10:15. got dressed and was out of the dorm by 10:40. got to the Univ. <br />found 100 kroner...remember when I found 50 in the beginning...now I'm a week away from leaving.<br />I thought, if I would stay for another semester..I'll probably find 200 at the beginning of the semester and 500 at the end hahaha<br />no seriuosly..poor person who lost it.<br />I bought gifts for friends ... so I don't feel so bad about finding the money anymore :D<br /><br />then I got my documents settled and went to say goodbye to my awesome teachers. they were really nice..it was a pleasure to know them and as they put it...they were pleased to have me there as well :P<br /><br />I got an A at my Beat Culture class...Michael made me blush, he said wonderful things about my play :D<br /><br />next thing: I got a book for free from the libary, just because it has a few pages floating around. yeey<br /><br />on top of everything I got a great reference from the Student Radio to take home!<br /><br />I'll go to a pizza buffet tonight and tomorrow I'll plan my trip to Bergen and Oslo.<br /><br /><br />this is from another pizza party with my special girls! Thank you: Eva, Ann-Katrin, Melanie, Anita, Pauline, Nastassja, April, Sanaa! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKP8wo38UWICkE1jFqvQ9LndEfNrg9-4iObQi96BYYWbOdIknPc3zvS-E-kwvQPhQMG4z5xpwB8_Cp_S9ix7hP5DnraIr7bfpOkPSPLKfVw5ArGUaThiqmI22FwS9s-84AJQZbxCue2KU/s1600/150799_1625339926996_1641462092_1472646_8223318_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKP8wo38UWICkE1jFqvQ9LndEfNrg9-4iObQi96BYYWbOdIknPc3zvS-E-kwvQPhQMG4z5xpwB8_Cp_S9ix7hP5DnraIr7bfpOkPSPLKfVw5ArGUaThiqmI22FwS9s-84AJQZbxCue2KU/s320/150799_1625339926996_1641462092_1472646_8223318_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549074762214719938" /></a><br /><br />and this is from the white turned colorful t-shirt party...sad times...I miss a lot of wonderful people.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFy3NttKtyEsjYLNu1aJLAmoXSI4Q2b3c_IBTdxOCjm_F0lc7YJ6XQSu75116oQqruxsPuk0fwZCzNM03fJ17hvcKjiqemGuAY1ek3QL7bEiEuPZVHEiLO_onuR1cOy-2HIiIkGv5wc4c/s1600/154917_10150322198005403_829980402_16006072_6465631_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFy3NttKtyEsjYLNu1aJLAmoXSI4Q2b3c_IBTdxOCjm_F0lc7YJ6XQSu75116oQqruxsPuk0fwZCzNM03fJ17hvcKjiqemGuAY1ek3QL7bEiEuPZVHEiLO_onuR1cOy-2HIiIkGv5wc4c/s320/154917_10150322198005403_829980402_16006072_6465631_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549078468339461458" /></a><br /><br />last but not least I want to wish a good friend a warm and happy birthday! love ya Onu!<br /><br />I'll write again before leavig to let you all know what I thought of the rainiest city in Europe and the Oslo Christmas market. Can't wait to see my family friends again!!!<br /><br /><em>keep your cheeks rosy, your hands in mittens and your heart warm!<br />take care all!</em> <br />oh...Norwegian things - loosing money, smiling and whistling on the street, decorating trees and streets with good taste. Candles, wooden hearts and stars on doors. <strong>Children of 8 jumping into freezing water along with their family. </strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAhCcRnoZXjH5TV-zPcOsYJdd1Avps3cO67QENOm8KpklH54s2H8bOMFve8SrUQxc_V50kPo9I2tqz74dCNOb0I3bn29Zq7naBTBN7GyXjoO8Gg5WVr5FztPGvf6VYyjbnfObGXjpD8t8/s1600/keya.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAhCcRnoZXjH5TV-zPcOsYJdd1Avps3cO67QENOm8KpklH54s2H8bOMFve8SrUQxc_V50kPo9I2tqz74dCNOb0I3bn29Zq7naBTBN7GyXjoO8Gg5WVr5FztPGvf6VYyjbnfObGXjpD8t8/s320/keya.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549076001939026434" /></a>Southern Thinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14391698892374543617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484155294032675146.post-91776272423114149782010-12-03T06:32:00.000-08:002010-12-03T07:10:55.089-08:00bracing myself for the reverse culture shock<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgczGY2V7MCi0XflBfFLqv678QIYctvy4nNlytRQRlD8-yqMAxhulmQ9AJo_kp56SpFqF0c_GEPKBbtBuKcavIxdmvFlzFylMVDJKdVI7LgrzMmNL83JkMsOBVKS3V7wUkvu8RKvVrzLA4/s1600/IMG_7844.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgczGY2V7MCi0XflBfFLqv678QIYctvy4nNlytRQRlD8-yqMAxhulmQ9AJo_kp56SpFqF0c_GEPKBbtBuKcavIxdmvFlzFylMVDJKdVI7LgrzMmNL83JkMsOBVKS3V7wUkvu8RKvVrzLA4/s320/IMG_7844.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546472136892353570" /></a>so...I have just one exam to go...not nervous at all...<br />Had an oral exam and a theatrical performance, which turned out to be one of the most amazing things I did...ever.<br /><br />ok...so...these little dots that I keep annoying you with are the non-verbal expressions of my deep meaningful thoughts that you won't get because you won't "get me" when I come home :P well some might, and some might be like "shut up" or "watevs" or "where's my gift?" <br /><br />all in all can't wait to see you guys and I promise I won't be over-talkativy and braggy.<br /><br />just found out about reverse cultural shock, I knew I was going to face it, I just didn't know it had a name -dots dots dots- <br />now that I think of it..my shock will be greater than the one people from Germany, France or US will have..it's Romania after all...<br /><br />http://www.vagabondish.com/how-to-survive-reverse-culture-shock/<br /><br />you should be supportive of my "disease" when I return! :P<br /><br />So..what else<br /><br />-14 C, walk half an hour to the univ to study almost every day.<br />goodbye parties, sad times<br />wonderful scenary, untouched snow, frozen lakes and boats in the docs<br />amazing sunsets<br />sweet people I am sad I didn't get to know better<br />the thought of you<br />the thought of me<br />having rice and milk with ccinnamon and raisins...the thought of home<br /><br />I am going somewhere and not just going back home...16 days to goSouthern Thinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14391698892374543617noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484155294032675146.post-40417993687727014702010-12-01T16:04:00.000-08:002010-12-01T16:15:56.983-08:00mon jardin d'hiver<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8GAiMv3aonCEByll1ZYFF7BV7bo35JEiZAgSNQBbt5lmyvGYXKDvSuIHhClfTJMO5mX-3UUUkYYOTVxhgBj62GNRPp11sRwC5FEJ7ucsDWAewu88RK0UaGJC7GtyZbvCwccEnnjTCCKU/s1600/IMG_7594.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8GAiMv3aonCEByll1ZYFF7BV7bo35JEiZAgSNQBbt5lmyvGYXKDvSuIHhClfTJMO5mX-3UUUkYYOTVxhgBj62GNRPp11sRwC5FEJ7ucsDWAewu88RK0UaGJC7GtyZbvCwccEnnjTCCKU/s320/IMG_7594.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545871006238396162" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBstLqqZtk7N52pCfNkll0BhzhWbjqWJ_iAthGjt4nPDYnmqRMAlsmiiu_VI_OUy8B72qFGDlrZjAhx3fZYyESHZnLESYf50eG55QcR58gOdhjUsaSoYcQUOQW4espbIZU47fuKbmh8Bw/s1600/IMG_7607.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBstLqqZtk7N52pCfNkll0BhzhWbjqWJ_iAthGjt4nPDYnmqRMAlsmiiu_VI_OUy8B72qFGDlrZjAhx3fZYyESHZnLESYf50eG55QcR58gOdhjUsaSoYcQUOQW4espbIZU47fuKbmh8Bw/s320/IMG_7607.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545870638844826194" /></a><br /><br />this is a winter garden, a place where we're safe, warm, happy. where we bloom and grow and leave a mark. this is a semester on exchange.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpVzao6ZjYNoVHWH6U-2zG40eHuNoKjONa1uus83f-Gu8-i8NBrvTvMwKtuhkl7qea8tnh70r1X10RCmVWjFiMlluMBp6JDj5lQohzl7iRuVPXcnBKNnkjuQBzJh3C80l1KqNdp6wO8Ec/s1600/IMG_7798.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpVzao6ZjYNoVHWH6U-2zG40eHuNoKjONa1uus83f-Gu8-i8NBrvTvMwKtuhkl7qea8tnh70r1X10RCmVWjFiMlluMBp6JDj5lQohzl7iRuVPXcnBKNnkjuQBzJh3C80l1KqNdp6wO8Ec/s320/IMG_7798.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545871940696681762" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLcsmagn_MWIUCA8jagI3s2UfRgL7NGtWp6_DYn-2r2SsAoFezJTlnMD6ZUpEGQ6FuEIm9jJKZBRP7W0MAE-sweJGHsLmHYTK1OytF5vwxswhVrng3xslyKq8tKmiKg0WSyRg1nwfNVjU/s1600/IMG_7996.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLcsmagn_MWIUCA8jagI3s2UfRgL7NGtWp6_DYn-2r2SsAoFezJTlnMD6ZUpEGQ6FuEIm9jJKZBRP7W0MAE-sweJGHsLmHYTK1OytF5vwxswhVrng3xslyKq8tKmiKg0WSyRg1nwfNVjU/s320/IMG_7996.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545871303263561186" /></a>Southern Thinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14391698892374543617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484155294032675146.post-30061476877678995272010-11-21T01:39:00.000-08:002010-11-21T04:44:41.965-08:00the snooooow keeps on fallin' even if we were bad :DAnd what I mean by bad...is behaving like the opposite sex. I neeever been to so many parties that I had to dress up for!<br /><br />This time I was a French guy...reaching puberty...my moustache "fell" aka getting wiped off by the end of the night...<br />Interesting to see that the "girls" had more fun than us...although we "guys" got to laugh at the high-heeled-sockboobs-shortskirt fenomenon. They seemed to behave in a way they would like girls to behave...kinda cheap, but of course if we were to do that, we would be something from a house with red curtains and dim lights :P<br />It was hard to behave like a guy, especially French...not too boyish, not too girlish...I should have been a transvestite...oh well :P<br />This happened on Friday<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH_EFynwYdUXeHU135B-JThbiY-yNG9xcDwgcZ7lHJLpgOWedoCEqdcQ1obGI5P28cwm9rDmQK6Jd09-FFm5y5dRZzGUiLpkrj6DRcUNndrtQUMDaJcaFok_UKXOgs7MQpGmJtuqV3D-k/s1600/76075_171193409577157_100000594975525_465784_780705_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH_EFynwYdUXeHU135B-JThbiY-yNG9xcDwgcZ7lHJLpgOWedoCEqdcQ1obGI5P28cwm9rDmQK6Jd09-FFm5y5dRZzGUiLpkrj6DRcUNndrtQUMDaJcaFok_UKXOgs7MQpGmJtuqV3D-k/s320/76075_171193409577157_100000594975525_465784_780705_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541938432586698434" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Yesterday - trip to Mandal and the southernest point in Norway</strong><br />Me and Patricia, a girl from Germany went to visit a class-mate who kindly offered to show us arround Mandal, a small town 40 min. from Kristiansand. She and her husband were great! They took us to Lindesnes Fyr - The Lighthouse on the south coast of Norway. After loosing our way because of road/bridge reconstruction we finnaly got to the Fyr (lighthouse) <br />No comment.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC89F1KLPy47hyphenhyphen999yrrfRNOVM3-x58ydE2WHWb7w7qxYGTiJz9VNCidEfJsUGBJup0lo4b246VSuiAe-GYB_T0YL5-QiKi-6FUwua_aiLxFc9nep-AXPBpXmIO_qgXYP54-XByys_gbA/s1600/IMG_7164.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC89F1KLPy47hyphenhyphen999yrrfRNOVM3-x58ydE2WHWb7w7qxYGTiJz9VNCidEfJsUGBJup0lo4b246VSuiAe-GYB_T0YL5-QiKi-6FUwua_aiLxFc9nep-AXPBpXmIO_qgXYP54-XByys_gbA/s320/IMG_7164.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541941184742087954" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXGl-0Kla94njJURetBouuP9fjKNXKzUSHOsH92R62WaGzOFgfK7Y3RwILhCs5j5seRr9hyphenhyphenRqG8EpufchsVn8U0tmcwvRAMazbkLW6u7hG7BrwvlN-ObKUh3_94wA6F7p8VEW8Hx8aeJs/s1600/IMG_7144.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXGl-0Kla94njJURetBouuP9fjKNXKzUSHOsH92R62WaGzOFgfK7Y3RwILhCs5j5seRr9hyphenhyphenRqG8EpufchsVn8U0tmcwvRAMazbkLW6u7hG7BrwvlN-ObKUh3_94wA6F7p8VEW8Hx8aeJs/s320/IMG_7144.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541941577515184882" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj93IsFin_daRiAz-xQnynrVCvnSilIu6OTrfiQrDqIOFuUf-WClJHKAnqoBGJbIbwepvXuiPja1Fbn1uJZXgNu11vLzZrQacFvxGiMN8GQ8AAw6ML_GJNWf1Q747SG476BsNKH75KEffg/s1600/IMG_7136.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj93IsFin_daRiAz-xQnynrVCvnSilIu6OTrfiQrDqIOFuUf-WClJHKAnqoBGJbIbwepvXuiPja1Fbn1uJZXgNu11vLzZrQacFvxGiMN8GQ8AAw6ML_GJNWf1Q747SG476BsNKH75KEffg/s320/IMG_7136.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541942293608230274" /></a><br /><br />After this awesome trip we were invited for dinner, and not any kind of dinner but an Iraqi meal, Zinab, being from Iraq. A lovely atmosphere, exotic food that looked and tasted like "sarmale" and "ardei umpluti" - Romanian dishes, only so much more aromatic.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPOye6TWLNDz3NkZa2zah_ElN6OqlwJMHceJNupGffRLe2zYisvcMRvP3QcuaMA1NlEYblmo_onoxD2qzxHG5IQIeXWRvCnGWvZ-fJp2INv6eS8uH6wfm61nAj2P7SedlGBcdHb6ubZ7A/s1600/iraqi+meal.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPOye6TWLNDz3NkZa2zah_ElN6OqlwJMHceJNupGffRLe2zYisvcMRvP3QcuaMA1NlEYblmo_onoxD2qzxHG5IQIeXWRvCnGWvZ-fJp2INv6eS8uH6wfm61nAj2P7SedlGBcdHb6ubZ7A/s320/iraqi+meal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541944029272702354" /></a><br /><br />Finnaly we got to dancing on Arabian songs and I got to learn some more words :D<br /><br />We left Mandal, barely catching the buss, at 6:55 p.m.<br /><br />It was a wonderful day for a trip...snowy, not too cold, and the company was lovely!Southern Thinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14391698892374543617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484155294032675146.post-20598030833085411182010-11-12T09:37:00.000-08:002010-11-12T10:03:04.975-08:00third month pregnant with Norwegian space and time...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVxN5Ug7moweWigPzSGE59WTWG3VU5M0i4esC6Ego2AWv5phMVXVvxyFhjfVuXqhijvsG7dj7WMC-eJvMMN1DYZrTl7L6tx5iZXM0NPhZE38pZH8Ii00tfrGe8KdvR3zj_ZuPiG9soCpk/s1600/IMG_6792.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVxN5Ug7moweWigPzSGE59WTWG3VU5M0i4esC6Ego2AWv5phMVXVvxyFhjfVuXqhijvsG7dj7WMC-eJvMMN1DYZrTl7L6tx5iZXM0NPhZE38pZH8Ii00tfrGe8KdvR3zj_ZuPiG9soCpk/s320/IMG_6792.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538720913695054562" /></a> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Love my view!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipCVNYjSgWHfYcFQugmORZMuFAUgbGt_d6zP54-nRVlNlhCzAHUfWOhJRsx_Tn4OQcJ4Bxj5IIkHTKvP8NPdrebIvWJ69H8n-pM-U-ipTwE1yIASJW3Tk0iJ76qcHi8RlsrOpXzzFNA38/s1600/IMG_6859.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipCVNYjSgWHfYcFQugmORZMuFAUgbGt_d6zP54-nRVlNlhCzAHUfWOhJRsx_Tn4OQcJ4Bxj5IIkHTKvP8NPdrebIvWJ69H8n-pM-U-ipTwE1yIASJW3Tk0iJ76qcHi8RlsrOpXzzFNA38/s320/IMG_6859.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538719446132416162" /></a> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Don't you?Southern Thinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14391698892374543617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484155294032675146.post-63284573331199241132010-10-31T09:35:00.001-07:002010-10-31T09:41:06.009-07:00forever autumn<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpCB4nGXWasLdsBV9NoozTLuqEW67rkDMm7_-VkZEIcejd6Qy1VR8ffG9PBwTpo9c5K9cXjBkS0ZUFPgmFjQEp36uQgHeADc-YjsJz-FaWausVJKCzZuiqvNHnU2gpHoEPg4snc8x76bY/s1600/lighthousenight.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpCB4nGXWasLdsBV9NoozTLuqEW67rkDMm7_-VkZEIcejd6Qy1VR8ffG9PBwTpo9c5K9cXjBkS0ZUFPgmFjQEp36uQgHeADc-YjsJz-FaWausVJKCzZuiqvNHnU2gpHoEPg4snc8x76bY/s320/lighthousenight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534250435981089490" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDnSONdIjQaoQgF-00OWqBvMLMuNiQBdYPwN2OAGTPTiJZdAKGFicDbafYZUKNSc7oA-dTx66Q_UpUbL8u0hkRJSpIOPak-eWmfbBFl8xcEOABpofgaXaTrCFARUrR6rWOX0Yb8ZMziwk/s1600/the+chair1.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDnSONdIjQaoQgF-00OWqBvMLMuNiQBdYPwN2OAGTPTiJZdAKGFicDbafYZUKNSc7oA-dTx66Q_UpUbL8u0hkRJSpIOPak-eWmfbBFl8xcEOABpofgaXaTrCFARUrR6rWOX0Yb8ZMziwk/s320/the+chair1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534250103035896274" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEionm-IpkO4bBboNUYF9kmbK7Dca0XboTenDTCM9BOD8Y63G4DlCY2beYJ2_x85TAgh6fwOUGylvX1rIOTXTYWBDSG0JhIo2TUFOPtSkKZshhzmRkVNv_TzlOMletL_hR6RJtOzPO4PQR4/s1600/chair.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEionm-IpkO4bBboNUYF9kmbK7Dca0XboTenDTCM9BOD8Y63G4DlCY2beYJ2_x85TAgh6fwOUGylvX1rIOTXTYWBDSG0JhIo2TUFOPtSkKZshhzmRkVNv_TzlOMletL_hR6RJtOzPO4PQR4/s320/chair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534249992608578450" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEienart4fprz_VX5cxjF2HW6uNL3hbRnVOnFDt0AgW8-0B-2kAmqespX8dGDpPTJQi6YwW_O_be1pnlmtE4pVhCLiVdHYxm-xNpBSsANjWFtEvPx4YNv7h-oS6gCN3FP19iR0IENa_FN0w/s1600/autumn+sepia1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEienart4fprz_VX5cxjF2HW6uNL3hbRnVOnFDt0AgW8-0B-2kAmqespX8dGDpPTJQi6YwW_O_be1pnlmtE4pVhCLiVdHYxm-xNpBSsANjWFtEvPx4YNv7h-oS6gCN3FP19iR0IENa_FN0w/s320/autumn+sepia1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534249899912965266" /></a>Southern Thinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14391698892374543617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484155294032675146.post-5913367353202157222010-10-26T13:45:00.000-07:002010-10-28T12:20:04.753-07:00hai la hoora mai baieeeti!<em>Romania at the international pub</em><br /><br />Mexico with the day of the dead, France with the croissants and me and others singing "La nuit" from the movie "Les chortistes", Hungary with Sziget and Romania with hora and tuica.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7q72vuikB2e9yoVLU7l1iFhKBYWvZ9lnSd6sMPZDpI0Gc-cTcJpv9WpjgGipRNwYsz2sDwvmV1nPjj8L0iYbyed80YlRQJz9TbJ46fUX7tahn4i1G_vvfElFIyu2Y8o4xLoAxD7RDD3I/s1600/P1010593.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7q72vuikB2e9yoVLU7l1iFhKBYWvZ9lnSd6sMPZDpI0Gc-cTcJpv9WpjgGipRNwYsz2sDwvmV1nPjj8L0iYbyed80YlRQJz9TbJ46fUX7tahn4i1G_vvfElFIyu2Y8o4xLoAxD7RDD3I/s320/P1010593.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533178746454871650" /></a><br />Essentially we just got people to like us by showing them a world without Romania, by twirling them in our traditional dance (which they were really good at - jos palaria!) and giving them 60% alc. shots... <br /><br />I was really surprised when showing them the tourism clips with the land of choice...they knew Nadia and Hagi...yuhu. Some were disappointed because we ruined the Dracula myth...and the steel from the Eiffel Tower is from Resita...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMUUiaWwaizrVTIetrZ8t4LqCbK-0zAGUQhidyxEGFmO00jUYR0_oywrtdmGDEwsebrWUgY2EecN0Sxicf1r7YGGFhAOfdavTZ6FqnCQtE7Ra50S2veBx7-dVEgMo1_I9nVZ2vEjqd3D0/s1600/P1010600.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMUUiaWwaizrVTIetrZ8t4LqCbK-0zAGUQhidyxEGFmO00jUYR0_oywrtdmGDEwsebrWUgY2EecN0Sxicf1r7YGGFhAOfdavTZ6FqnCQtE7Ra50S2veBx7-dVEgMo1_I9nVZ2vEjqd3D0/s320/P1010600.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533177742122275154" /></a><br /><br />All who tried loved our <em>tuica</em>! They went: <em>brrrrr, phuuua, mmm wtf?! </em>Nice to see distorted faces in the dim lights of the University street...because the guys from the bar did not let us serve it inside...but <em>tuica</em> is best when in nature, when it’s cold outside, when shared with friends :)<br /><br />If you don’t already know...I have my own radio show.<br />It’s at the Agder University student radio...every Monday from 5 to 6. So have your tea and listen to Exchanging sounds...an international beat of the heart!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIBlh_zq5bQYJ8RDLDr7B2IC6_X-6R5BqFtba5BXhZJoiGzGgpeLbtE_V5O6TbfqQ5e9rH77UUOpyPuXyIoXj-DzPd30n4chDPEYby2C8A3kQfI67sg5rw9KKLU3aPaZzapz6E1IxyrDI/s1600/radioen.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIBlh_zq5bQYJ8RDLDr7B2IC6_X-6R5BqFtba5BXhZJoiGzGgpeLbtE_V5O6TbfqQ5e9rH77UUOpyPuXyIoXj-DzPd30n4chDPEYby2C8A3kQfI67sg5rw9KKLU3aPaZzapz6E1IxyrDI/s320/radioen.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532468561695931282" /></a><br /><br />I just have exchange students over and talk about their countries, traditions, music and about how they like/hate it in Norway. <br />Here's the link: <br />http://lyd.uia.no:8010/listen.pls<br /><br />You can search for Exchanging Sounds on facebook also and give me a piece of your mind...<br /><br />Oh and I really wanted to write something about a phenomenon!<br />You know how in the olden days it was said that each town should have it's crazy person...so other people would know they are sane, well in Brasov we have the old beggar who calls everybody Lenon, the dude with the radio...and in Cluj...we have the phosphorescent guy {he has to be maaad to walk around like that :))}<br />In Kristiansand they have Santa! It's an old guy, white beard, tall, friendly.<br />He just stops everyone and says "hai! hai!" And then ask other things which I can't understand. So I told him sorry and he began in English. Each time it’s the same story.<br />"Are you from England? Scotland? Ireland?<br />You are a young girl, pretty young..."<br />And I just smile and say "takk" and "ha de bra" and go my own way...<br /><br />So yeah...guess things do happen in every part of the world...things that make you wonder, that remind you of who you are, what you have, lost, might never understand...<br /><br />In other wooords...please be true to yourself and others...it's a great thing to be insane sometimes...ok..ok..I had <em>tuica</em> myself...I'm rambling...I'm going to stop now...any moment...now! :))Southern Thinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14391698892374543617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484155294032675146.post-65974444238924694052010-10-24T08:13:00.000-07:002010-10-24T12:16:17.913-07:00zboara zmeule...zboara<em>The flight of the kite, the waves of the sea, the wind through the birch trees... </em><br /><br /><A href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyopqEtPoH40Aezg3dWCbiJ-1oSVc2te2IlIceS1fjeQ8ap1t2B_sQOGp0IylgV-YS19ejq9clx7g17VkPKQKZ0gTvZ6CTBedERBQ1IGb9_iiqq6y9zIqFStvd333gRZkaL6sHACCW2_A/s1600/bridge.jpg"><IMG style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531684841041780370 border=0 alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyopqEtPoH40Aezg3dWCbiJ-1oSVc2te2IlIceS1fjeQ8ap1t2B_sQOGp0IylgV-YS19ejq9clx7g17VkPKQKZ0gTvZ6CTBedERBQ1IGb9_iiqq6y9zIqFStvd333gRZkaL6sHACCW2_A/s320/bridge.jpg"></A><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />De temps en temps l'automne est...<br />Causerie<br /><br /><br />Vous êtes un beau ciel d'automne, clair et rose!<br />Mais la tristesse en moi monte comme la mer,<br />Et laisse, en refluant, sur ma lèvre morose<br />Le souvenir cuisant de son limon amer.<br /><br /><br />— Ta main se glisse en vain sur mon sein qui se pâme;<br />Ce qu'elle cherche, amie, est un lieu saccagé<br />Par la griffe et la dent féroce de la femme.<br />Ne cherchez plus mon coeur; les bêtes l'ont mangé.<br /><br /><br />Mon coeur est un palais flétri par la cohue;<br />On s'y soûle, on s'y tue, on s'y prend aux cheveux!<br />— Un parfum nage autour de votre gorge nue!...<br /><br /><br />Ô Beauté, dur fléau des âmes, tu le veux!<br />Avec tes yeux de feu, brillants comme des fêtes,<br />Calcine ces lambeaux qu'ont épargnés les bêtes!<br /><br /><br />— Charles Baudelaire<br /><br /><br /><br /><OBJECT id=BLOG_video-5358099a7dc5e448 class=BLOG_video_class width=320 height=266 contentId="5358099a7dc5e448"></OBJECT><br /><br />cateodata tomna e o...<br />Convorbire intimă<br /><br />Tu eşti un cer de toamnă în dulce transparenţă,<br />În mine însă plânge tristeţea-n flux pustiu,<br />Pe buzele-mi simţindu-i greoaia persistenţă<br />A mitului tăcerii cu gustul vineţiu.<br /><br />— Ţi-aluneci mâna-n sânu-mi cutremurat de jale;<br />Zadarnic, minunato, aici e-un loc prădat<br />De ghearele şi dinţii femeilor fatale,<br />Ce inimă, ca bestii feroce, mi-au mâncat.<br /><br />Mi-e sufletul ca templul prea-pângărit de gloate:<br />Se-mbată, scuipă, ţipă, dau foc şi se ucid!...<br />— Ci trupul tău e-n taina miresmelor curate!...<br /><br />O, Frumuseţe, biciu-ţi in sângele-mi placid<br />Izbească cu văpaia-i atotmistuitoare<br />Spre-a arde-aceste zdrenţe rămase de la fiare!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIaJU9g4TwaVMlFephOBU-mCpp5BY-vMwozTahF40MIJ_f1I6t4_Ra5pASZLdVxL-s8-zoheCdPWRfdLE8YnIVuF8VvAXuEOUr3ScOUWI636x5Aud7lTrEmytiaDbtZL8ZK8VukzhyphenhyphenNxE/s1600/IMG_6081.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIaJU9g4TwaVMlFephOBU-mCpp5BY-vMwozTahF40MIJ_f1I6t4_Ra5pASZLdVxL-s8-zoheCdPWRfdLE8YnIVuF8VvAXuEOUr3ScOUWI636x5Aud7lTrEmytiaDbtZL8ZK8VukzhyphenhyphenNxE/s320/IMG_6081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531692479357929346" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />sometimes autumn is a...<br />Conversation<br /><br /><br />You are a lovely autumn sky, clear and rosy! <br />But sadness rises in me like the sea, <br />And as it ebbs, leaves on my sullen lips <br />The burning memory of its bitter slime.<br /><br /><br />— In vain does your hand slip over my swooning breast; <br />What it seeks, darling, is a place plundered <br />By the claws and the ferocious teeth of woman. <br />Seek my heart no longer; the beasts have eaten it.<br /><br /><br />My heart is a palace polluted by the mob;<br />They get drunk there, kill, tear each other's hair!<br />— A perfume floats about your naked breast!...<br /><br /><br />O Beauty, ruthless scourge of souls, you desire it!<br />With the fire of your eyes, brilliant as festivals,<br />Bum these tatters which the beasts spared!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTOzFbRZSk-h82zreVOCPF7lznEefgwYac6jY50fmOYxwWZ6TTENk6FL7Wj0Z60rW8BZV8sUQmCRe0cnmRmUnWe232AuirhIae2MelHKYMS3tOACdPP7pv1nk3knCDU8aY_tWo_yKOkz8/s1600/IMG_6377.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTOzFbRZSk-h82zreVOCPF7lznEefgwYac6jY50fmOYxwWZ6TTENk6FL7Wj0Z60rW8BZV8sUQmCRe0cnmRmUnWe232AuirhIae2MelHKYMS3tOACdPP7pv1nk3knCDU8aY_tWo_yKOkz8/s320/IMG_6377.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531687387092907330" /></a>Southern Thinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14391698892374543617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484155294032675146.post-91090178197719373512010-10-22T05:25:00.000-07:002010-10-22T06:42:31.166-07:00yo yo yo...listen up darlings!<A href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjloBUg2DI7w3v5_un3FF52pv2DCIW2RIgWCrEgqKdYuTM0YupVA8DQsT9ip3T2jeLHV1f0SqVZrVlwyUU8ArPR-os8eAXZFyhA5z6sm8D5Ap8koEU_i09imy1DKeAdjd90-YiKn8DRfts/s1600/IMG_5899.jpg"><IMG style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530860493835857666 border=0 alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjloBUg2DI7w3v5_un3FF52pv2DCIW2RIgWCrEgqKdYuTM0YupVA8DQsT9ip3T2jeLHV1f0SqVZrVlwyUU8ArPR-os8eAXZFyhA5z6sm8D5Ap8koEU_i09imy1DKeAdjd90-YiKn8DRfts/s320/IMG_5899.jpg"></A> Today was sick!...in a good slangy way I mean :) <br /><br />Beat Culture keeps making my stay here even more unique! I got to spray pain on a wall todaaay! <br /><br />~ www.sprayboks.no ~ <br /><br />I got at the place 10 minutes before 9, so early. I was the first and got to talk a bit with the guy who came up with the idea for this nonconformist gallery for graffiti artists here in Kristiansand. <br /><br />It's this warehouse that has a few rooms, in the first one black walls dripping with colorful paint at the base wait to be painted on. A smaller room for the clean art...canvases of stencils and sprayed portraits. Also...they are responsible for the vases that turn up through town, just black vases with dripping paint...so spontaneous, so beat. <br /><br />Then they have rooms for storage and for chilling out on cold sofas surrounded by graffiti on the walls. They showed us a Power Point presentation of the beginning of the “trend”...by this American dude...who used to write his...name, actually his tag, and the number of his street: T..something 138...but of course wikipedia says nothing of the sort...so watevs... <br /><br />They split us up into groups of 4-5 people and gave us a task...find your crew name, make a sketch and then get to work on the wall. My group...4 girls, one boy. Our name: NAKAN (the last letter of our first names) <br />Dominik drew up an awesome draft so we got our masks and colors and were ready to begin....of course the guy there first gave us a lesson on how to do what and when... <br /><br />We drew the sketch; we filled the color, again the outline, effects, second outline, and more effects. <br /><br /><br />All in all it turned out pretty awesome as you can see for yourselves. <br /><br /><A href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxOQjZl9AowsKZ4vIn4riA5zHzG3Wf-sSKrxIHAo9P0DZIxkrNAGO8_xlKdaTVBsljNZUEWAGHQXZELFxhuiRaZNrBkE-nI5RhUrbD0l-ut_EWVHIhiFeTdwDadKfn-trcO_1IWvhQ_8s/s1600/graff.jpg"><IMG style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530862227856292994 border=0 alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxOQjZl9AowsKZ4vIn4riA5zHzG3Wf-sSKrxIHAo9P0DZIxkrNAGO8_xlKdaTVBsljNZUEWAGHQXZELFxhuiRaZNrBkE-nI5RhUrbD0l-ut_EWVHIhiFeTdwDadKfn-trcO_1IWvhQ_8s/s320/graff.jpg"></A> <br /><br />Our teacher’s kids were also there, getting a kick out of spraying vivid colors, watching the paint drip...drip...drip. <br /><br /><br />After immortalizing our spontaneous, fade away into black so that others may use the wall art...we all felt dizzy with fumes of spray, with a feeling of...oh yeah...this is a first! We thanked the kind artists for their time and walls and talent and our nice teacher Frida for this chance and went on our way.<br /><br /> <OBJECT id=BLOG_video-525438ca53dc5dd9 class=BLOG_video_class width=320 height=266 contentId="525438ca53dc5dd9"></OBJECT><br /><br /><br />Myself and April went shopping for gloves and then ended up in a bakery/cake shop... After all that “gangsta” activity we needed to feel girly and needed to fill our tummy as well :) We shared two pieces of cake...and I actually had cremsnit in Norway for all you Romanians at home :P <br /><br />Now the sun is high, the ice melted and another group of people are showing off their talent on the black canvas of sprayboks...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvn1fZ6GJZ9R_IFQ6Hd3hSYLur8d2_be_xwx36VOXED-sdu-XL3NHN11d-uLLR4RLSvGcVTvZQkc_vkHgLG7el6YHQI39pyBai8Ax1bLQcm18KQ114erICUIlp2CIthhKEokVzhHvsLRY/s1600/praji.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvn1fZ6GJZ9R_IFQ6Hd3hSYLur8d2_be_xwx36VOXED-sdu-XL3NHN11d-uLLR4RLSvGcVTvZQkc_vkHgLG7el6YHQI39pyBai8Ax1bLQcm18KQ114erICUIlp2CIthhKEokVzhHvsLRY/s320/praji.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530864467559894066" /></a>Southern Thinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14391698892374543617noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484155294032675146.post-80425984070568385322010-10-21T08:56:00.000-07:002010-10-21T11:34:03.501-07:00Zen<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo1jQFOO1tjs7983fnsp0DJf7cvfQxIZC-OPfkpuEvPuwWkUyDnHOzOKtcRke3oKhcsaRctab_iC-DQfzkN51gU-_dT_0owjijeOtI0hSeHXYIdgREG06vf0EoX3kdJmo1lBk3ognoQ-U/s1600/oflifesepia.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo1jQFOO1tjs7983fnsp0DJf7cvfQxIZC-OPfkpuEvPuwWkUyDnHOzOKtcRke3oKhcsaRctab_iC-DQfzkN51gU-_dT_0owjijeOtI0hSeHXYIdgREG06vf0EoX3kdJmo1lBk3ognoQ-U/s320/oflifesepia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530566553865952418" /></a> Looking out my window...not towards the sea, but just a little to the left, I see a rainbow and snow floating along with yellow and red leaves as part of a carrousel made out of trees and clouds, pink and grey, fluffy...<br /><br />You all ask if I like it here. I answer yes to all, but add that I would not live here if I was given the chance. <br /><br /><br />A long vacation of 4 months is enough of Norway for me...<br />Painted landscapes, changing weather, interesting faces to engage in conversation, to go from smiles to laughs, from hand shake to hug...but not all of these people want a smile, not all want a hug.<br /><br />I want everything that reminds me of you, and I find it sometimes, but it's still so cold here.<br /><br />Today, in my Beat Culture class we had a guest, a Buddhist monk. It seemed as though a tree covered in autumn colors: shades of brown and yellow walked into our class room. He began to speak about how Buddhism spread across the world...of course with migration; about how in America “strict monks were expected to eat their rice and shave their heads” and not to be an influence to the rebels, to the beatniks in other words.<br /><br />These two separate worlds did collide and...I think ultimately the hippie generation was born.<br /><br />He explained what Zen might mean...after some of us gave our humble words to describe it....I said a state of mind...but could not continue to describe everything I thought I had learned from Hesse’s Siddhartha. <br />So to him it means: “the perception of every phenomenon from here and now just before it hits the intellectual part of the brain” in other words...a state of mind :)) that can vary in length in which you break from the dull routine of thinking and feeling, and just drift away or you just let the world drift around you. <br /><br />He works with disabled children by day and he underlined that being sane and healthy enables you to change, to evolve, to not need a hand to carry you through your own life. <br /><br />Two Zen quotes made my day seem even more meaningfuly weird...with everything that happened these last days in my mind, in my subconscious, things I could, but won’t tell you of course :)<br /><br />Mu ga mu shin = no object disturbing your tranquil mind<br /><br />Ichi go ichi e = one opportunity, one meeting; or one chance, one life...or each person you meet might turn out to be the most important of your life, can be life itself...<br /><br />Then of course we went to discuss the meaning of being one with something or someone. <br />What does that mean? Putting all the differences beside, tearing down the walls that separate you...or maybe just giving each other a chance. Dare to win, dare to risk :) <br /><br />Ok...so this guy is Norwegian. He went to Japan a lot of years ago to start his journey. He was there, in a monastery for 13 years, and he returned here to give some tranquility guidance to other people...so it seems.<br />He took his brush, he put black ink in a special object, he took a moment of silence, and he interrupted it by saying that was the Zen moment...<br /><br />He was playful, he was loud and he clapped a lot...he wanted us to be awake before we drifted of....<br />So he put the brush filled with ink on the paper and stroke it powerfully, quickly as from his mouth came sounds of great pain, concentration and basically the stuff you hear from a martial arts master when his fingers clutch air as if it were a thorny rose.<br /><br />He finished with an AAAAA...and he added that the AAAAA was Zen as well...<br />A fun man...not what you might expect...so why expect anything...<br />That one meeting, one opportunity I think is al about not passing judgment, about considering the other as important as yourself, just for a moment.<br /><br />So...what do YOU think?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyF5xOuGRkjlmaLbNYoQdHGM4FrL9Wi-u6wceSBbaXY9WbFAIo-PjQKWfdME7YSvs3-HSVT0wqf4fnjAPGyoU6fo09hhyphenhyphenM_ihYGBzewK0Ddjeo3DFc29dvpdMpmNTJwQ2Gi8neYGzOaEE/s1600/fetus.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyF5xOuGRkjlmaLbNYoQdHGM4FrL9Wi-u6wceSBbaXY9WbFAIo-PjQKWfdME7YSvs3-HSVT0wqf4fnjAPGyoU6fo09hhyphenhyphenM_ihYGBzewK0Ddjeo3DFc29dvpdMpmNTJwQ2Gi8neYGzOaEE/s320/fetus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530567058671808402" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhubnRloyFMmNnWlatxe-fMmgkypDsy7_FFIdXQVaw8mbbyLR667Zkac5k_DBI6Q-y0ONjhsVqFI_jpMvEH9l-u-5ZR4YQifey0Raf9r4s1lDwBfmxITwIhDcTzwjWdir07XZb3quhEG4w/s1600/diveofadolescence.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhubnRloyFMmNnWlatxe-fMmgkypDsy7_FFIdXQVaw8mbbyLR667Zkac5k_DBI6Q-y0ONjhsVqFI_jpMvEH9l-u-5ZR4YQifey0Raf9r4s1lDwBfmxITwIhDcTzwjWdir07XZb3quhEG4w/s320/diveofadolescence.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530567289226371106" /></a>Southern Thinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14391698892374543617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484155294032675146.post-27646509852647147832010-10-14T01:49:00.000-07:002010-10-21T02:11:00.042-07:00and the beauty of it all - english editionjust because I felt like writing in english... stuff I've been doing these past weeks in photos and video: <br /><br />1. Oslo <A href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhguia7zWuFPPNzegwD6h_43A7JbMhnmTTcTQU8mcjcdhdLKYgg5HZ55bV0QoX8HQPn4_rbQ6lOukwkz9DpciDDdYjXubOJcA3VgbFgFONPj1r1huJ9a6gIRNbeJj7dGrBzgukb6RSkxnc/s1600/IMG_5006.jpg"><IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527822980622895650 border=0 alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhguia7zWuFPPNzegwD6h_43A7JbMhnmTTcTQU8mcjcdhdLKYgg5HZ55bV0QoX8HQPn4_rbQ6lOukwkz9DpciDDdYjXubOJcA3VgbFgFONPj1r1huJ9a6gIRNbeJj7dGrBzgukb6RSkxnc/s320/IMG_5006.jpg"></A> <br /><br />2. Kjerag <A href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-1S23HXjuCj4dnOS1gBAoXA0dtK4xAH4zbGXNHhuXUmQu9qf3vpMX4mNwE_uY4uK0lzeyHEAhsZrPqcxquDJKjV0aDvcF4joTLePtcEm6m4M_g0vXG-bcdHyihk8oPRFIC3C1IXyO81Y/s1600/kjerag.jpg"><IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527823134246978626 border=0 alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-1S23HXjuCj4dnOS1gBAoXA0dtK4xAH4zbGXNHhuXUmQu9qf3vpMX4mNwE_uY4uK0lzeyHEAhsZrPqcxquDJKjV0aDvcF4joTLePtcEm6m4M_g0vXG-bcdHyihk8oPRFIC3C1IXyO81Y/s320/kjerag.jpg"></A> <br /><br />3. Bad taste party <A href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEgJiU-31mkNFZ6RxkY6zS6ca_IadE2P9irmZzkMwP0bb_BXwK4MfEzgaS6vNDM0LXHlanQY3SY2iAi0TKgIfnsWN944GFQB3ieCGT6OQ12xRfdPtBn_I8sLbYqQpjs4vHhgI49w4XNsQ/s1600/IMG_5265.jpg"><IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527823322725904514 border=0 alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEgJiU-31mkNFZ6RxkY6zS6ca_IadE2P9irmZzkMwP0bb_BXwK4MfEzgaS6vNDM0LXHlanQY3SY2iAi0TKgIfnsWN944GFQB3ieCGT6OQ12xRfdPtBn_I8sLbYqQpjs4vHhgI49w4XNsQ/s320/IMG_5265.jpg"></A> <br /><br />4. International dinner <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoFwqF2c2AX1dwZSJxWR5e4Zo-KTXguOpWHBPAQwdOvuCWsjtgC0uvrGc-uYVRpOsc0uyfIslxOrjKCLUSRiJl-rqaFtS_3eUw10j4JnlefK-Ji7e2xOujBgdmPN_MnThDPB-mWq0uWz0/s1600/IMG_5244.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoFwqF2c2AX1dwZSJxWR5e4Zo-KTXguOpWHBPAQwdOvuCWsjtgC0uvrGc-uYVRpOsc0uyfIslxOrjKCLUSRiJl-rqaFtS_3eUw10j4JnlefK-Ji7e2xOujBgdmPN_MnThDPB-mWq0uWz0/s320/IMG_5244.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527827894947447554" /></a><br /><br />5. Kristiansand Brewery visit <br /><A href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaprPtUd3hzY9WEsbggSAukvu03qmj3_TiTTmFsFNI2669esZbUF0ApkgntcMtlAvyoZa3Pg7-n8c5lSDJYvdFnunb6AQ7Dqw35MAs3k61hRnkf8d4ZF30goAHDACNTubpl2qWsLOwE1c/s1600/IMG_5405.jpg"><IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527824325819907970 border=0 alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaprPtUd3hzY9WEsbggSAukvu03qmj3_TiTTmFsFNI2669esZbUF0ApkgntcMtlAvyoZa3Pg7-n8c5lSDJYvdFnunb6AQ7Dqw35MAs3k61hRnkf8d4ZF30goAHDACNTubpl2qWsLOwE1c/s320/IMG_5405.jpg"></A> <br /><br />6. Oktoberfest <br /><OBJECT id=BLOG_video-731f34996d3ae8ce class=BLOG_video_class width=320 height=266 contentId="731f34996d3ae8ce"></OBJECT><br /><br />7. Preikestolen<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Lv7xOwl76mSJF8EGoXSOhXc0es0is5GsY21ggaUqz-9c67Zu9Al_cSzAlkKD1ZoXuDUxR_TUjrBZvaXkF2HDBvs5w5tUHSOnkMYPXmzgVRYXMvrKbHmXxkCpbgkZZOb3kcXciFdgItM/s1600/mosscabin.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Lv7xOwl76mSJF8EGoXSOhXc0es0is5GsY21ggaUqz-9c67Zu9Al_cSzAlkKD1ZoXuDUxR_TUjrBZvaXkF2HDBvs5w5tUHSOnkMYPXmzgVRYXMvrKbHmXxkCpbgkZZOb3kcXciFdgItM/s320/mosscabin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527827051759984130" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih5Mcw3UUXQ-PxxrzvBMryiH1mJeUzGIaJmhvcnZWXlV6jzqTHbu3SdbrYasiwCaWBOuCX9v2OxTwy2IxUFcUSjmSS1QyJxkk-lkLQaRo8GqcEC0ghRKIC9W8iLiTmnNNNGy3FM603ksY/s1600/springinautumn.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih5Mcw3UUXQ-PxxrzvBMryiH1mJeUzGIaJmhvcnZWXlV6jzqTHbu3SdbrYasiwCaWBOuCX9v2OxTwy2IxUFcUSjmSS1QyJxkk-lkLQaRo8GqcEC0ghRKIC9W8iLiTmnNNNGy3FM603ksY/s320/springinautumn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527827480189581058" /></a><br /><br />later!Southern Thinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14391698892374543617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484155294032675146.post-11930480892062278332010-09-30T08:46:00.000-07:002010-10-02T06:00:00.130-07:00Oslo - old and newWaii de cand n-am mai scris pentru voi dragilor... <br />Atatea s-au intamplat...unele dintre cele atatea care nu se pot exprima in cuvinte.<br /><br /> <STRONG>Oslo - prea mult pentru doua zile</STRONG> <br /><br />4 ore cu autobuzul din Kristiansand pana in Drammen unde m-au asteptat prietenii de familie pe care i-am cunoscut pe cand aveam eu vreo trei anisori, pe tren, in drum spre mare. Fiindca tatal meu stie engleza am pastrat legatura prin scrisori si am primit papusi, blonde desigur, cand eram mica. <br />Acum m-au gazduit in casuta lor rustica, tipic norvegiana. Simpla, fara portelanuri, fara covoare persane, in schimb plina de tablouri din diferite curente si fotografii de familie. <br />Am petrecut o o seara cu acesti oameni simpatici, deschisi, modesti, nu in ceea ce priveste banii, ci caracterul. Mi-au povestit aventurile lor in Romania anului 1991 si apoi 1994. Vizita la o familie de ieseni, care i-a gazduit intr-o casa taraneasca si le-a oferit un tur al manastirilor din nord. Pe cat vorbeau mai mult de timpul petrecut in Romania pe atat se dezghetau si povesteau mai detaliat, mai cu patos. <br />M-au descusut in ceea ce priveste situatia actuala de la noi...am facut reclama buna Brasovului si Clujului, dar nu puteam sa nu mentionez starea jalnica a econmiei, politicii si restul... La randul lor mi-au spus ca vin valuri de romani si in special rromi in Norvegia si ca Oslo e impanzit de cersetori. <br /><br />A doua zi am mancat un mic-dejun tipic norvegian...am taiet cascavalul cu inventia lor de care sunt tare mandri, am crapat un ou fiert in doua si am mancat cascaval cu dulceata...ii bun sa stiti :D Apoi mi-au aratat cabinetele lor, amandoi fiind psihologi, dintr-o casa veche si am adunat cateva mere din gradina. Mi-am luat la revedere de la el si am pornit cu masina cu ea spre Oslo sa ne plimbam si sa o cunosc pe Ida, fiica lor care avea 11 ani cand ne-am cunoscut pentru prima oara.<br /><br />Prima oprire in Oslo <STRONG>Muzeul Satului sau al Taranului Norvegian </STRONG>cum imi place mie sa-i spun. <br /><br />Casute din lemn, nepictate de data asta, datand din 1200 pana in 1800. O casa de trei etaje ridicata cu totul din temelii din centrul capitalei si adusa in muzeu gazduia imcaperi din diverse perioade, de la sufrageria supra incarcata a unei familii apartinand burgheziei secolului 17 pana la camera unui adolescent din anii '60. Camera servitoarei, bucataria unei gospodine din 1950, living-ul unei familii de designeri, casete cu Pink Floyd, postere cu Abba si olite de noapte, tare interesant! <br />La parter intr-o camera spatioasa se intind rafturi cu sute de sticle de vin si Akevitt, bautura traditionala norvegiana, un fel de <STRONG>vodka facuta din cartofi</STRONG> ( mie mi s-o parut a fi tuica) <br /><br />Am mancat un fel de lipie dulce cu unt, delicioooasa! Am auzit povesti despre ritualuri, despre traditii in casele celor proaspat casatoriti si am vizitat o biserica juma catolica, juma vikinga :) <br /><br />Urmatoarea oprire: <STRONG>Muzeul navelor vikinge</STRONG>! <br /><br />Trei corabii ingropate au fost excavate prin 1880. Una dintre ele fusese construita in 890 a.c. si apoi a fost folosita ca loc de veci pentru un comandant. <br />Daaaar am ramas masca la prima corabie, a unei regine care a fost ingropata impreuna cu sclavi, mancare, sanii, calesti si 12 cai. Sculptata in detaliu, plina de bijuterii si de dragoni din lemn bine conservati in solul argilos...m-a fascinat si mi-a amintit de egipteni. <br /><br />O rapaiala de ploaie si doua mere mai tarziu ma plimbam pe strada principala din Oslo, <STRONG>Karl Johans Gate</STRONG>, in drum spre <STRONG>palatul regal</STRONG>. <br />Ma asteptam la mai mult fast...dar privelistea peste oras, garda regala care incearca sa nu zambeasca si sptiile verzi au fost pe placul meu :) Desi nu m-am intalnit cu niciun print am prins <STRONG>festivalul de carte</STRONG> si am primit gentute gratis :D Putine carti in engleza, majoritatea bestsellers despre vampiri normal... <br />Dupa ce m-am plimbat pe langa <STRONG>teatru</STRONG>, <STRONG>parlament</STRONG>, hotelul cu faimosul balcon pe care isi tin discursul premiantii <STRONG>Nobel</STRONG>, cladirea Nobel am intrat intr-un restaurant fooarte sic din portul de pe fiord. <br /><STRONG>Aker Brygge</STRONG>, promenada cu 40 de restaurante si muulte magazine scumpe...si eu am mancat intr-unul din ele, Lofoten, un peste de 300 nok adica... 150 lei...si desert spuma din fructul pasiunii... "Parintii" si "sora" mea din Norvegia sunt jos palaria! Asta da cinste pentru musafiri. <br /><br />Dupa o masa atat de...bogata si exotica m-iam luat ramas bun de la Gro si am ramas la fiica ei Ida peste noapte. Ne-am plimbat pe la diverse baruri si pub-uri pana ne-am asezat intr-un mic bar brazilian. Un fel de panda in care The Girl From Ipanema putea sa ntre usor si sa ne serveasca vinul. Peretii plini de steaguri - verde,negru,galben. Masute rotunde pline de colaje cu figuri arse de soare, zambitoare in costume de carnaval. <br />Proprietara - tanti plinuta cu accent portughez mi-a soptit ca-i place parul meu si a dansat pana la bar si inapoi pe ritm de samba. Dupa ce ne-am terminat bauturile am pornit din nou intr-un pub crawl interesant. Am ales un pub mai jazzy in care lume de peste 25 se legana pe Nina Simone si Miles. Eu eram cu gatul in piuneze si febra incepea sa mi se aseze pe tample...asa ca n-am mai baut nimic, doar am vorbit muuult si am inceput sa glumim, sa ne simtim bine si confortabil de parca ne stiam cu adevarat de 18 ani :) <br />Apartament cu doua camere, bucatarie albastra, living plin de tablouri, cd-uri si carti in spaniola. Ida a fost exchange student in Venezuela si s-a plimbat destul si prin SUA si Europa. Avem aceleasi preferinte in muzica si literatura si a fost o placere sa vorbesc cu ea! <br />A doua zi am invatat cum se face un adevarat <EM>matpakke</EM> - sandwich tipic norvegian cu unt si cascaval, felii individuale intr-o hatie speciala. <EM>It's a norwegian thing</EM> pe care o invata de mici. <br /><br />Am pornit apoi spre <STRONG>Vigeland Park </STRONG>- parcul scupturilor goale. 320,000 m2, 212 statui din bronz and granit. Idei in spatele parcului ar fi viata omului, circularitatea, eternitatea. Fantana arteziana, monolitul si roata vietii - superbe! <br /><br />http://www.vigeland.museum.no/en/vigeland-park <br /><br />De aici am plecat spre <STRONG>Opera</STRONG>. Opera vrea sa aduca cu cea din Sydney. E mirifica! Peretii din interior sunt captusiti cu bucati din lemn iesit in afara mai mult sau mai putin. In exterior pereti de sticla. <br />Am mers pe acoperisul ei si m-am invartit 360 de grade ca sa vad toooata privelistea. Fiord, cladiri vechi, cetati, portul, vapoare. Zi insorita cu nori pufosi. Copilasi albinosi, lupte vikinge, panze albe indreptandu-se spre insulitele de pe fiord. <br />La autogara s-a incheiat vizita mea in Oslo. <br /><br />Din pacate am pornit la drum racita si nu m-am putut bucura pe deplin de experienta asta...la iarna cand voi vizita muzeele printre care si Munch Museum :D si targul de craciun o sa ma asigur cumva ca nu racesc!Southern Thinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14391698892374543617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484155294032675146.post-54422724506868363652010-09-11T10:34:00.000-07:002010-09-12T03:33:56.515-07:00butelie butelie fooooc fooocDouă alarme de incendiu într-o săptămână, trei într-o lună.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlBEEzwBATu0pi6MPtoTXYRR1nmTSMj9bkuJMxWvUhe5HoGdVpbQL4nR5IadvJ5d9NhIeVlywHYoZ2mdM0YgT9Vsn5Q5aY8HFaxSqFT2HC2RyyGiKupmFcAUKOACE9kED69rcz_SoKTqk/s1600/IMG_4378.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlBEEzwBATu0pi6MPtoTXYRR1nmTSMj9bkuJMxWvUhe5HoGdVpbQL4nR5IadvJ5d9NhIeVlywHYoZ2mdM0YgT9Vsn5Q5aY8HFaxSqFT2HC2RyyGiKupmFcAUKOACE9kED69rcz_SoKTqk/s320/IMG_4378.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515751073630282770" /></a><br />Mă întreb de câte ori s-a pornit o alarmă falsă în Haşdeu sau în oricare alt cămin de la noi din cauza unei pizza.<br /><br />Prima alarmă de acum vreo săptămnă n-am prins-o...a fost pe la 1 dimineaţa.<br /><br />A doua a avut loc miercuri la 2 a.m. Am crezut că sună cineva la uşă. Este exact acelaşi sunet. Am ieşit pe hol şi am bătut la uşa Sarei, vecina din Spania...Ne-am văzut feţele adormite şi nervoase, ne-am luat gecile şi am ieşit afară, unde cu toţii am tremurat vreo 10 minute până au venit pompierii şi au închis alarma. Ştiţi ce s-a întţmplat? Doi norvegieni beuţi au uitat o pizza în cuptor. Veniseră de pe vaporul cu care mă plimbasem şi eu în aceeaşi zi. Un vapor cu destinaţia Danemarca, adică duty free shops, adică băutură ieftină.<br />Am plecat la 16:30 din port şi ne-am întors pe la 23:30. Cei mai mulţi, tineri dornici să se pilească, fiindcă asta este pentru ei o vacanţă de de vreo şase ore, au golit rafturile de vodkă, vin, bere, rom, tequila etc. în primele 3 ore...pentru că nu aveau voie să cumpere la întoarcere şi s-au şi îmbătat pentru că nu aveau voie să ducă decât o anumită cantitate din fiecare alcool. <br />Eu am cumpărat vin şi Baileys :D<br />Dar eu nu m-am îmbătat şi nu am dat la boboci în port, pe canapele - adică locuri publice unde părinţi, bunici, turişti se plimbau în voie, uneori fotografiind fenomenul "ewww, bleah, wtf" cum îi zic uneori.<br />Aaa şi eu nu am uitat o pizza în cuptor şi am picat lată fără să simt că mă sufoc...precum restul palierului.<br /><br />A treia alarmă, sâmbătă la 4 dimineaţa. Cât de duuuugh poţi să fii? Adică acelşi tip ca şi prima oară...tot cu o pizza...la 4 dimineaţa!<br /><br />Long story short...avem un plan, luăm un topor şi un stingător. Îi spargem uşa, îl şpreiem şi în urăm un înfocat fuck you and good night!<br />Eu am propus să renunţăm la stingător...toporul ajunge...muahahaa!<br /><br />!Sincer...mănâncă nişte pufuleţi dude!<br /><br />Aş vrea să nu mai aud alarme...căci puterea obişnuinţei s-ar putea să devină tragică. A patra oară zici că-i pizza, rămâi în pat şi defapt e chiat incendiu...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKS6RsUe3OIGkLnfcDn9kCqcCSLHgepWILM080Plk8C3v-JtfqV8pJ7t8KUP6q-9eZdQMhspFYRVC5TydCGBuroER_yvzOwD7bhyphenhyphen-iaxBHDjRqcU8tREh1qJ1wTlsYoyjG23U39xZt1-0/s1600/danemarca.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKS6RsUe3OIGkLnfcDn9kCqcCSLHgepWILM080Plk8C3v-JtfqV8pJ7t8KUP6q-9eZdQMhspFYRVC5TydCGBuroER_yvzOwD7bhyphenhyphen-iaxBHDjRqcU8tREh1qJ1wTlsYoyjG23U39xZt1-0/s320/danemarca.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515751936579282354" /></a><br /><br />Aşa...Danemarca...am avut timp să cobor de pe vapor să-mi iau biletul de întors şi atât...pentru că dar duty free-ul contează! A fost gratis, deci să zicem că nu regret drumul. Ah şi am Baileys! <br /><br /><br />În rest...am fost pe la party-uri pe paliere, prin baruri şi bucătării. Am văzut mii de reacţii la băuturi spirtoase şi am întâlnit oameni interesanţi care au umblat şi descoperit lucruri vechi, dar mereu interesante. <br /><br />Câţiva dintre cei cu care am vorbit vor să-şi pună la punct arborele genealogic. Kerstin din Austria are o poveste tare faină. Bunica ei era din Norvegia, dar s-a îndrăgostit de un soldat austriac nazist şi pentru că era însărcinată a trebuit să fugă în Austria. Dacă nu ar fi făcut-o pedeapsa era să fie rasă şi copilul luat şi pus în orfelinat. Aşa că acum Kerstin îşi caută şi chiar şi-a găsit o rudă din familia din Norvegia. Mi-a spus că e tare curioasă să afle de la cine are talentul şi dorinţa de a picta. <br /><br />...eu de unde vin? <br /><br />Un alt tip din Cehia...pe nume Rogozan dragii mei, va cerceta istoria familiei sale în Cluj, unde se pare că are un unchi...un profesor universitar. Dacă aveţi vreun prof cu astfel de nume să mă contactaţi vă rog, să-i fac o surpriză băiatului cu sânge de ardelean!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1iEP9iffvBwfiSwGdGEJ2oqTSO9VSU2zq1TatgulLxqD5unGyAJKPGPyRlPv6iesuTs-4dXtSbGl05lam7cd5xa1ik9G9yAZmeiXarys1KzT8XQDZ8t5N4_0LspCrXnmQC1lpapy4oWc/s1600/int.+pub+norway.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1iEP9iffvBwfiSwGdGEJ2oqTSO9VSU2zq1TatgulLxqD5unGyAJKPGPyRlPv6iesuTs-4dXtSbGl05lam7cd5xa1ik9G9yAZmeiXarys1KzT8XQDZ8t5N4_0LspCrXnmQC1lpapy4oWc/s320/int.+pub+norway.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515754103180636882" /></a>Toamna s-a instalat frumos...iar acum plouă mărunt, plouă cu parfum de mare.<br /><br /><em>Norwegian thing</em>...oamenii ăştia iubesc pizza, în special pizza grandiossa şi au pâine foarte bună. Pâine albă, neagra, intermediară, cu seminţe, graham...de toate. Şi ţi-o feliezi singur într-o maşinărie, gratis chiar! Nu miroase urât, nu se întăreşte a doua zi, e bună cu brânză topită (că nu au brânză ca la noi) şi e bună goală. <br />Hmm...tipul cu pizza...mai bine ar înfuleca o bucată de pită.Southern Thinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14391698892374543617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484155294032675146.post-51085733429786521262010-09-04T01:54:00.000-07:002010-09-04T03:42:47.571-07:00Zoo<strong>Time for some monkey business!</strong><br /><br />http://www.dyreparken.no/om-oss/Spraak/Kristiansand-Zoo-and-Amusement-Park/<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxLASFoJh2r_6orH5Uk4SK_LfpT7wxazilnIaolXJsXV5NbQlMNP1jy8sdeoR0gD6Gg_N7p5TV3OT5FAJqk-uoz5CBWDq75oVfm7a9s82tAPWI-5gKD9Bq3EfF9z_Ri4QkhPoUkk2uRbc/s1600/IMG_3443.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxLASFoJh2r_6orH5Uk4SK_LfpT7wxazilnIaolXJsXV5NbQlMNP1jy8sdeoR0gD6Gg_N7p5TV3OT5FAJqk-uoz5CBWDq75oVfm7a9s82tAPWI-5gKD9Bq3EfF9z_Ri4QkhPoUkk2uRbc/s320/IMG_3443.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512994400861283810" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibdUnBSFoBkV_Dhjf6Q7UmLfY7nVPgNIfDvZO18oaUYoCfS1rxaSm4sIrxXo_AINanexFkU6DnRKcDkHNtD5z8G69SqfdsKtANPV957WwqhDnSGea8veia9mlZU_8O122dYdRJNoRb7UE/s1600/IMG_3466.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibdUnBSFoBkV_Dhjf6Q7UmLfY7nVPgNIfDvZO18oaUYoCfS1rxaSm4sIrxXo_AINanexFkU6DnRKcDkHNtD5z8G69SqfdsKtANPV957WwqhDnSGea8veia9mlZU_8O122dYdRJNoRb7UE/s320/IMG_3466.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513005624533899618" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Fusei miercuri la zoo...cică cea mai mare din Norvegia(46 hectare)...Nu mi s-a părut chiar aşa mare, fiindcă nu am vizitat-o pe toată şi nici nu a avut atât de multe specii cum mă aşteptam. <br />Daaar am vazut girafe! Unul din visele mele: să văd o girafă bând apă s-a îndeplinit! Sunt aşa amuzante înălţimile sale cu botiiiicul în apa :))<br />Panda roşu! Spider monkeys! Lemuri şi un leneş taaare...leneş. O haită de lupi care patrula "cuşca" lor imensă! În secţia Africa leii s-au ospătat sub privirile noastre.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtAIm7Si0TkMVNxmdErI87BMKOO5GMORZkuL5c5VapGZ4r76lpAHRu9wReUQMzXT6LhQTvBwOZuxWYQ3ekNC_vopAweCAXumgGeb7tikIt2CkR4b7EEGZJ9-YCHRSxGuiVvIK8OcqBonU/s1600/IMG_3818.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtAIm7Si0TkMVNxmdErI87BMKOO5GMORZkuL5c5VapGZ4r76lpAHRu9wReUQMzXT6LhQTvBwOZuxWYQ3ekNC_vopAweCAXumgGeb7tikIt2CkR4b7EEGZJ9-YCHRSxGuiVvIK8OcqBonU/s320/IMG_3818.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512997680586005858" /></a><br /><br /><br />Un cangur albinos!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV_u5Tpr11YbtKzi_nhYDQyctcK78Afh6PLaTk-mMCFllX3VcY-ZFgYYuEE2blF23mvilXg7HM7aRpKgHdD_RJOox8Nl1laQMbCn1VRRdtJnJowI1Xj_8wmOANdRAQnBWJZvPO76BQfZc/s1600/IMG_3888.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV_u5Tpr11YbtKzi_nhYDQyctcK78Afh6PLaTk-mMCFllX3VcY-ZFgYYuEE2blF23mvilXg7HM7aRpKgHdD_RJOox8Nl1laQMbCn1VRRdtJnJowI1Xj_8wmOANdRAQnBWJZvPO76BQfZc/s320/IMG_3888.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512999819704689138" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggV4YZu0dHawil4PuImVwUBqY0GjoUFhH6zn0qMLx64HvXBZjtfYOiOye9yxTxuOsy7aJhYgN8fOjRDHbuFYrV41R9IXmkykBwW3A9ZiSC0FQy9CyMelP5Pk6V1-nPXqCRbiuXqAMr1Q0/s1600/IMG_4007.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggV4YZu0dHawil4PuImVwUBqY0GjoUFhH6zn0qMLx64HvXBZjtfYOiOye9yxTxuOsy7aJhYgN8fOjRDHbuFYrV41R9IXmkykBwW3A9ZiSC0FQy9CyMelP5Pk6V1-nPXqCRbiuXqAMr1Q0/s320/IMG_4007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513005379545847074" /></a><br /><br /><br />Am fost apoi la parcul acvatic din interiorul grădinii zoologice. Multe tunele, dar pustiu afară. Prea răcoare chiar şi pentru norvegieni. M-am dat şi eu într-un tunel neegru şi nu mi-a placut deloc! Beznă, viteză, apă în faţă şi urechi...o rază de lumină, capătul tunelului...phuuuuu am alunecat afară pe spate în apa călâie. Brrrr phiii nu mai fac aşa ceva! :))<br /><br />În concluzie frumoasă ziua de miercuri...de la 10 la 17 la zoo...<br /><br /><br /><em>A new Norwegian thing could beee: </em>reciclarea<br />Pentru că au pungi speciale pentru resturile alimentare, tomberoane speciale pentru plastic şi hârtie şi îţi dau bani dacă duci înpoi sticlele - o coroană, dar se strâng mărunţii şi-ţi poţi lua o pâine sau o bere...că sunt la acelaşi preţ - 20 nok :DSouthern Thinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14391698892374543617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484155294032675146.post-280430855073688612010-08-28T11:32:00.000-07:002010-08-28T11:45:04.215-07:00La maaasaaa!<OBJECT id=BLOG_video-e9ae036f63e396ec class=BLOG_video_class width=320 height=266 contentId="e9ae036f63e396ec"></OBJECT><br /><br />Aseara am organizat in bucataria de pe palierul meu o <strong>cina internationala</strong>.<br />Adica oameni din vreo 10 tari au pregatir o mancare vegetariana traditionala, specifica natiei lor.<br />Austria, Spania, Franta, Italia, Jamaica, SUA, Germania, Mexic, Olanda, Norvegia si eu.<br />Eu am pregatit o tocanita de dovlecei, mult aprecita pentru simplitatea si vitaminele ei. Alte mancaruri: cheas-ul frantuzoaicei, tortillas, guacamole, pizza, kasnock'n din Austria, salata de boeuf etc. <br /><br /><A href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwxx4ZRptQ47wLydlmG3K3y2YDG7z0n24sL4-vVqnGs0quzu1s3uWWyy-4ckVImYw9Zp37alWO791ZYHflli80zvz4k8wWv6zhlBmBh8lKmZdORCHTEZgDBpbo6SoqhFVSOr-XwNB3M54/s1600/46482_443449824440_502669440_4691096_89161_n.jpg"><IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510529597575253538 border=0 alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwxx4ZRptQ47wLydlmG3K3y2YDG7z0n24sL4-vVqnGs0quzu1s3uWWyy-4ckVImYw9Zp37alWO791ZYHflli80zvz4k8wWv6zhlBmBh8lKmZdORCHTEZgDBpbo6SoqhFVSOr-XwNB3M54/s320/46482_443449824440_502669440_4691096_89161_n.jpg"></A><br /><br />Tot o fost buun...next time fac bulz!<br /><br /><em>Today's Norwegian thing is:</em> baitza in apa rece de la varsta frageda <br />Copiii oamenilor astora sar in apa de 18 grade fara remuscari, iar eu intru pana la genunchi si mi se pun carcei...Southern Thinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14391698892374543617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484155294032675146.post-49108206799954990992010-08-26T12:10:00.000-07:002010-08-26T13:45:49.784-07:00şi aşa...<A href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZckxpUFQBEAZpcL1Kv_FkMNrRkzC4VN5TJnTeQUCwF6PADtkUcK9DoQlFDa0Pb1rTHrspFadykkMiaeJGFgpYYPMNQtv0blbR5NCflgN-qYCif8Qra2wAA73Fxs8lmtuw8DGxbXCajFI/s1600/IMG_2814.jpg"><IMG style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509807619491646002 border=0 alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZckxpUFQBEAZpcL1Kv_FkMNrRkzC4VN5TJnTeQUCwF6PADtkUcK9DoQlFDa0Pb1rTHrspFadykkMiaeJGFgpYYPMNQtv0blbR5NCflgN-qYCif8Qra2wAA73Fxs8lmtuw8DGxbXCajFI/s320/IMG_2814.jpg"></A> <br />Am început On the Road de Kerouac. Asta mi-a amintit că trebuie să mai scriu ceva şi eu...pentru mine...iar aici pentru voi. <br /><br /><STRONG>zilele trecute...</STRONG> <br /><br />Am vizitat lacuri, am mancat fragi şi mure. Am urcat pe un vapor, m-am legănat patru ore printre insuliţe, stânci şi porturi cu sirene din porţelan ieşind din pereţii caselor. A început să-mi placă senzaţia când în sfârşit au tăcut toţi studenţii, când auzeam doar valurile, pescăruşii şi în mintea mea bolero :)<br /><br />Am băut ceai negru înfăşurată într-o patură roşie după ce am văzut Othello interpretat de actori nomazi, dar profesionişti. <br /><A href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAM58Fuze3pJVm4FzNLhU-ubvz3IFha2UcHV7sh62ZQ7MhZf48duSt_zrZlRMXQVjfZmtBl56oblf61kkEZPQdZ63nqZ052Gi1WPIyJqtruNJ97COMvwXViGoCjvb9fzGKu9GezlAVTxY/s1600/IMG_2788.jpg"><IMG style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 212px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509808370100117778 border=0 alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAM58Fuze3pJVm4FzNLhU-ubvz3IFha2UcHV7sh62ZQ7MhZf48duSt_zrZlRMXQVjfZmtBl56oblf61kkEZPQdZ63nqZ052Gi1WPIyJqtruNJ97COMvwXViGoCjvb9fzGKu9GezlAVTxY/s320/IMG_2788.jpg"></A> <br /><br />M-am plimbat cu o domişoară nonconformistă din Austria, Kerstin, prin centrul oraşului, am mâncat bomboane cu rom şi mi-a povestit cum s-a îndragostit de iubitul ei, iubit care e şi el aici cu ea. Atunci m-am gândit că poate fi un colţişor romantic: peisajul, ceaiul şi teatrul... <br />-Indianco...ce bafta ai avut cu Dan, şi el cu tine!- <br /><br />Am fost la cinema. Filmul - Inception. Final deschis...ce atâtea întrebari? <br /><br />Am fost prezentă la cursuri pentru că îmi plac, nu pentru că trebuie! Pentru că profii îşi fac meseria cu pasiune, nu dictează, cu recită din propriile cărţi pe care te pun să le cumperi şi sunt de doi bani. Pentru că profii sunt apropiaţi de studenţi şi chiar dacă au mai bine de 20 de ani vechime încă sunt amuzanţi, zâmbesc şi vorbesc în "slang" = argou. ex.: it's a bummer, the duke was a top dog, silly twat...şi sunt doar de la British studies, ar trebui să auziţi limbajul de la Beat culture :)) <br /><br />Am observat că aici lumea zâmbeşte pe stradă. Că bătrânii îşi împing bicicletele cu spor la deal, şi uită de frâne la vale. Că toţi stiu engleza. Că se organizează forşpil(nu vă gândiţi la prostii), e doar o petrecere înainte de petrecere în casa cuiva. Asta pentru că e scump să bei în pub, deci e sănătos pentru buzunar... <br /><EM>să fie o...Norwegian thing? hmm...</EM> <br /><br />Am...încheiat pe seara asta! <STRONG>God natt!søte drømmer!</STRONG>Southern Thinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14391698892374543617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484155294032675146.post-30979119707600682352010-08-22T02:37:00.000-07:002010-08-22T03:22:30.688-07:003 cursuri = 30 credite<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlk9WFHMl6FBXkQDMBlPETsrB-z__ZDPHsMLA6G3quHW2OqQEr-E8nKXOZx-kQhdJPIfsR1_w_7BwHDIjqe7Okm47RKXrpXwAuvdTV3nOHu6M1liwTraVZZx6dEENrPPb-bO6RBnWuJyY/s1600/IMG_2716.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlk9WFHMl6FBXkQDMBlPETsrB-z__ZDPHsMLA6G3quHW2OqQEr-E8nKXOZx-kQhdJPIfsR1_w_7BwHDIjqe7Okm47RKXrpXwAuvdTV3nOHu6M1liwTraVZZx6dEENrPPb-bO6RBnWuJyY/s320/IMG_2716.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508177417193395426" /></a> După cum am mai spuuus...am trei cursuri; fiecare are 10 credite.<br /><br />Două sunt predate de acelaşi profesor: British Studies şi The dramatic genre in a changing world. <br />Un nenea tare fain căruia îi place să divagheze, să facă glume pe seama britanicilor (el e scoţian)să râdă scurt şi horcăit. E lector de mai bine de 25 de ani şi am aflat de la o veche studentă că e cel mai bun de la secţia de engleză!<br />Am o groază de citit, teatru, romane, poezii, critică. Abia aştept! :D<br /><br />Beat culture - literature and art despre care v-am mai spus are şi el o asistentă drăguţă, pasionată de ceea ce face şi cu o engleză brici.<br />Vineri am făcut un tur al Universităţii care...am uitat să vă spun este un muzeu!Conţine colecţia de artă americană - beat culture a doua ca mărime din lume. Toţi pereţii sunt plini de picturi şi colaje. Statuete şi scupturi din cuie ruginite, cutii şi bucăţi murdare de lemn sunt prezente în multe încăperi. Beat - batut de soartă...aşa considerau membrii acestul curent artistic undergound ce şi-a luat avânt în anii 50 ca urmare a războiului, ca urmare a transformării americanilor în marionete pudice şi materialiste. Oamenii aştia, un fel de precursori ai hipioţilor, alcoolici, drogaţi şi scrântiţi erau posedaţi de un 'carpe diem' care le permitea să 'atace pânza-lemnul sau cuiul' (citez profa) şi să-şi verse emoţiile dintr-o zvâcnire violentă sau plăpândă a pensulei sau daltei sau a lipiciului. <br /><br />Pânze negre cu proeminenţe de vopsea...smoala. <br />Vopsele în culori tari. Cuie înfipte în lemn, ruginite, contorsionate. Interesant!<br />De citit - 'On the road', 'Howl', 'Naked Lunch' <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwKn0oss8jUN-mgsexL4Ze3Xn4xFo5hpIxS4zB5_irnpa5xwzmbxOxD-3X1NQg88L_v5Dgfyner7eCtNcZrlWauWvgORewiKcOBjXLmWczqcuWYS_qXHmPTxzbsoauPB6SIRe0xNFJ_3Q/s1600/IMG_2683.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwKn0oss8jUN-mgsexL4Ze3Xn4xFo5hpIxS4zB5_irnpa5xwzmbxOxD-3X1NQg88L_v5Dgfyner7eCtNcZrlWauWvgORewiKcOBjXLmWczqcuWYS_qXHmPTxzbsoauPB6SIRe0xNFJ_3Q/s320/IMG_2683.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508177175548716130" /></a><br /><br />Ploua cu soare şi curcubeul dublu îmi spune că va reveni căldura şi şansa de a înota în Marea Nordului!<br /><br />Acum fug să mă plimb cu un vapor...Southern Thinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14391698892374543617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484155294032675146.post-52219298845280055762010-08-18T10:05:00.000-07:002010-08-18T10:12:21.696-07:0017.08.2010<br /><br />Trec repede la ziua de marţi pentru că vreau să-mi intru în ritmul de zi cu zi.<br /><br /><strong>Am găsit 50 de coroane pe jos!</strong><br /><br />Asta pentru că mi-am pierdut umbrela! :)) M-am zis că o să-i păstrez până în ultima zi, iar atunci să cumpăr un cadou părinţilor sau cuiva deosebit...mai văd până atunci.<br />Concert rock! Mult mai bine ca ieri...au şi melodii în engleză. A plouat şi o mare de pelerine albe şi-a întins măinile spre scena.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmUf2qov8xXzXHxBJbOyHAnoxrtFwrukHUoNB5AdKZ2D0XNXYmkiPWk6FQisYtDkGHydR9VICXiFIR9f9QpG0lgjfBPRYqag0eTPrXr1fip8I1uXtyl5BwlIfqSBDQ-WOcNpHohIc-1CA/s1600/rock+on.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmUf2qov8xXzXHxBJbOyHAnoxrtFwrukHUoNB5AdKZ2D0XNXYmkiPWk6FQisYtDkGHydR9VICXiFIR9f9QpG0lgjfBPRYqag0eTPrXr1fip8I1uXtyl5BwlIfqSBDQ-WOcNpHohIc-1CA/s320/rock+on.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506797631487877778" /></a><br /><br />Mi-am luat cardul de student! Pot să scot copii xerox, să printez sau să scanez cu el fiindcă are 50 de coroane pe el.<br />OK...explicaţie!<br />1 nok (coroană norvegiană) = 0,53 ron<br />1 nok = 0,13 euro<br />80 nok = 10 euro<br />Iar eu am cheltuit...min. 100 nok pe zi....<br />Chiria e 2600 nok, peste 300 euro.<br />Internetul 100 nok.<br /> <br />Acum să vedeţi cum arata camera mea :D <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSLcbZoyfJlTiHLW34praGRHFxwwkWEluV4eA9aY4S01a7217y_UttX-NCrqw12x5_0FtKRX8hPfEQZ8Y7AYnM_VKo0Q-Ky-P1hN79LrMAc85132HDRHzAdSwpUYPo66OyYM0k5Q7mLmI/s1600/IMG_2663.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSLcbZoyfJlTiHLW34praGRHFxwwkWEluV4eA9aY4S01a7217y_UttX-NCrqw12x5_0FtKRX8hPfEQZ8Y7AYnM_VKo0Q-Ky-P1hN79LrMAc85132HDRHzAdSwpUYPo66OyYM0k5Q7mLmI/s320/IMG_2663.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506798304798266978" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7G4UlKfvdZtQxof1VAu6mCXN0pD4WZBsIzOnO3miVuk9ngAcEUci6T5NZ7mkkWCPI8X-h-Kri84If0ce9TtLUKjyKl1VKeyiySzaRBgfOUo6CMmKttQ0PyRYOR0SpoIvum9OuXnzfXAM/s1600/IMG_2673.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7G4UlKfvdZtQxof1VAu6mCXN0pD4WZBsIzOnO3miVuk9ngAcEUci6T5NZ7mkkWCPI8X-h-Kri84If0ce9TtLUKjyKl1VKeyiySzaRBgfOUo6CMmKttQ0PyRYOR0SpoIvum9OuXnzfXAM/s320/IMG_2673.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506798295277690466" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNgMPhnBjRnf7ly9wKAYriR39tpQr9rKrSndtdoWwBTz4cMASactI0UIriP353t1npTkfJaUFGru0VZLyOrXNVXDnwA2itlXviLL1CSkQfs7JQN7AnEF7DPiSa94q9AgkY9qALl4a8Y1s/s1600/IMG_2674.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNgMPhnBjRnf7ly9wKAYriR39tpQr9rKrSndtdoWwBTz4cMASactI0UIriP353t1npTkfJaUFGru0VZLyOrXNVXDnwA2itlXviLL1CSkQfs7JQN7AnEF7DPiSa94q9AgkY9qALl4a8Y1s/s320/IMG_2674.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506798285858547218" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQXcwp_4cZfuTfGJQAxaK33AHAw8MwLPsJf9xXt0oWaa3MKlqlVTCYfMzCJt6GFoHm-wCO7sJcoSiq-FIG7tvPWMCwH46clwWLV3-lDqGhWlgHUG418-_aSeFL4Amn00ESD2eNblxzM5c/s1600/IMG_2671.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQXcwp_4cZfuTfGJQAxaK33AHAw8MwLPsJf9xXt0oWaa3MKlqlVTCYfMzCJt6GFoHm-wCO7sJcoSiq-FIG7tvPWMCwH46clwWLV3-lDqGhWlgHUG418-_aSeFL4Amn00ESD2eNblxzM5c/s320/IMG_2671.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506798283616350466" /></a><br /><br /><br /><em>Today’s Norwegian thing iiis:</em> norvegienii au nevoie de spaaaţiu<br />Pentru că şi deoarece: norvegienii te împing şi te cotuie (nu numai la concerte) şi nu îşi cer scuze...ruuuşine!<br />Ştiu că se întâmplă peste tot asta...dar aşa văd cu unii oameni nu sunt oameni în Norvegia :PSouthern Thinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14391698892374543617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484155294032675146.post-22357599512474784832010-08-18T09:16:00.000-07:002010-08-18T10:05:00.185-07:0016.08.2010<br /><br /><strong>Deschiderea anului universitar</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_l4omz5_JPICwQtPbEePzxlXFVGh63Amillphq4a6NGg2ps9a2S3wMRQDFgqAZxVhPQ24DrFBUBQlewN0VAWVlL40haYa1JBzbzxqCErHIlTNmMLnaFLjsGXBYKPuZOHPL1BR9WYEMoM/s1600/IMG_2660.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_l4omz5_JPICwQtPbEePzxlXFVGh63Amillphq4a6NGg2ps9a2S3wMRQDFgqAZxVhPQ24DrFBUBQlewN0VAWVlL40haYa1JBzbzxqCErHIlTNmMLnaFLjsGXBYKPuZOHPL1BR9WYEMoM/s320/IMG_2660.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506795841626253538" /></a><br /><br /><br />Aici se începe cu ploaie şi cu pelerine gratuite cu sigla universităţii. Aici se începe cu jazz pe o scema maaaare. Cu vorbele rectorului ce se adresează mai întâi studenţilor străini în englezi şi doar apoi o dă pe norvegiană.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYDUU7xtWsuILe4yShJH8L42jUVgeMSFAu2DOiijc9hoVltNhGBoByAW2tqwsaJULePMlzafw92xzn43hWNHMlvK4kOK5A8vuKThOfYruPFTSEmYUbjQUn4VctMPnqAAxEgUhyRN-gQXY/s1600/IMG_2622.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYDUU7xtWsuILe4yShJH8L42jUVgeMSFAu2DOiijc9hoVltNhGBoByAW2tqwsaJULePMlzafw92xzn43hWNHMlvK4kOK5A8vuKThOfYruPFTSEmYUbjQUn4VctMPnqAAxEgUhyRN-gQXY/s320/IMG_2622.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506795467989423874" /></a><br /><br />Aici se vorbeşte mult, dar cu măsură, despre globalizare şi despre conflicte, despre sărăcia materială, dar şi spirituală a unor popoare. Despre schimbare. <br />Se organizează târg de ONGS-uri, de job-uri (din păcate doar pentru vorbitorii de norvegiană), mic-dejun - paste la preţ mic, curs introductiv pentru studenţii străini unde primeşti toate informaţiile esenţiale unei şederi plăcute în Kristiansand. Poţi avea parte de consiliere profesională, psihologică şi poţi vorbi cu pastorul dacă te simţi deprimat...mda...s-au gândit oamenii la toate cele. Curs de IT, curs de limbă norvegiană etc. <br /><br />Seara concert techno şi hip-hop norvegian...interesant<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4GCPXnOTEa980O0RYKrWRxU7D0UvuE1QbF4d2YTHmAdgC1Hs6oGgMNY54TY_GaLd2Pr8WmwB4sfPIjfmdBinHI-Rs3a2uREMLIq70iA5qUBsUcvaIvYHN2ew-PrkJZEDga5R5DmXdpzM/s1600/IMG_2636.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4GCPXnOTEa980O0RYKrWRxU7D0UvuE1QbF4d2YTHmAdgC1Hs6oGgMNY54TY_GaLd2Pr8WmwB4sfPIjfmdBinHI-Rs3a2uREMLIq70iA5qUBsUcvaIvYHN2ew-PrkJZEDga5R5DmXdpzM/s320/IMG_2636.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506796079949033794" /></a><br /><br />Peripeţie!<br />Am fost rugată să-mi las umbrela afară înainte de a intra în perimetrul concertului (avem şi brăţari speciale pentru festivalul studenţesc, deci e treabă serioasă măi!) Mi-am lăsat-o că doar în Norvegia nu se fură, nu? Ba daaa! La plecare...ia umbrela de unde nu-i. Era un morman mare de alte umbrele părăsite. Toţi mă îndemnau: ia alta! Ia una mai bună! Ia-o măi că şi ţie ţi-au luat-o...chiar şi paznicii mi-au sugerat un schimb...aşa că am luat o umbrelă la întâmplare...<br /><br />Am râs de întâmplare şi de conştiinţa mea pătată cu polonizi, germani şi alte naţii...apoi am dansat până la două în barul universităţii. <br /><br /><em>Today’s Norwegian thing iiis:</em> alcoolul scump...berea - 50 coroane la concert...15 în supermarket (desigur nu ai voie cu băutură proprie la concert)Southern Thinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14391698892374543617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484155294032675146.post-55483628376862168762010-08-18T09:01:00.000-07:002010-08-18T09:10:16.738-07:0015.08.2010<br /><br />Odderøya – insula dulce<br /><br />Ora 12 a venit, noi pe insulă-am pornit!<br />A fost ceva de urcat până în vârf, dar am avut un ghid fain şi destule opriri pentru a putea să răsuflăm în voie.<br />Insula a fost folosită ca bază militară şi pentru a separa populaţia atinsă de holeră de restul oraşului. Cele două spitale, câteva tunuri şi vechiul cimitir încă mai există şi pot fi vizitate gratuit. Şi accesul pe insulă e gratuit! Seamănă un pic cu grădina botanică din Cluj...numai că printre copaci vezi marea şi nu un gard. :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHU4PB6O96eXb6RJ40oVXWiIx5hSufspjOL1z4onPsXboApuFORqwEVcWC08G5uJBIUfx8g_-cWtwAmGiIdYbawPLyy-1Hy-t9u4iREXkxSaWz1ntkY96FIt_8OsbLfnH7YK4pu7h1ujo/s1600/IMG_2567.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHU4PB6O96eXb6RJ40oVXWiIx5hSufspjOL1z4onPsXboApuFORqwEVcWC08G5uJBIUfx8g_-cWtwAmGiIdYbawPLyy-1Hy-t9u4iREXkxSaWz1ntkY96FIt_8OsbLfnH7YK4pu7h1ujo/s320/IMG_2567.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506782230404281554" /></a><br /><br />Zmeură şi fragi, levănţică şi pini...parcă sunt în Braşov...dar aici se simte parfumul mării.<br /><br />Ghidul ne arată o insulă mai mică în apropiere pe care se obişnuia să se ardă diverse lucruri de pe vapoare prin 1830 pentru a inlătura pericolul unei noi epidemii.<br />Ce privelişte!<br />Ce bune sunt waffls :D cu gem ....mmmm<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgFvgSZoReWpPnN0sEsnyWax46s7WwPz8bucu4PcWYS8BXqfbImmPECm2GeDqtj0XZ_-M38-d8CxGyv9zht7KYtdA80LCfegRcuOm_bJWp9JFMlq7YeEp0M4QzlIy2UaRLkI6RY4uvVHo/s1600/IMG_2584.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgFvgSZoReWpPnN0sEsnyWax46s7WwPz8bucu4PcWYS8BXqfbImmPECm2GeDqtj0XZ_-M38-d8CxGyv9zht7KYtdA80LCfegRcuOm_bJWp9JFMlq7YeEp0M4QzlIy2UaRLkI6RY4uvVHo/s320/IMG_2584.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506781458612911506" /></a><br /><br />Today’s Norwegian thing iiis: caşcaval maro<br />pentru că şi deoarece: brunost – caşcavalul maro, din lapte de capră şi de vacă ... e dulce.<br /><br />P.S. am mâncat un fel de chiftele cu cranberry sauce...adică dulceaţă...şi recunosc mi-a plăcut carnea dulce...Norway is sweet!Southern Thinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14391698892374543617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484155294032675146.post-84918796061334217552010-08-17T06:12:00.000-07:002010-08-17T07:04:38.867-07:00smak på byen - aromele oraşului14.08.2010<br /><br />Tusen tak! – mulţumesc mult!<br />Mulţumesc tuturor celor care m-au îmbărbătat înainte de plecare, celor care s-au gândit la mine când eram sus, la vest sau mai la nord de România. Mulţumesc celor care citesc în general şi celor care citesc jurnalul meu.<br /><br />Day three!<br /><br />Turul oraşului. <br />Ca să ajung în centru trebuie să merg cu pejosul vreo juma de oră, peste un pod, peste un râu şi peste mare în acelaşi timp. <br />Tot oraşul este format din dreptunghiuri, adica nu te pierzi atât de des. Doar că...vezi numai case în acelaşi format, deci nu îţi poţi lua repere clare cîteodată, iar numele gate-urilor (străzilor) îţi răsucesc limba.<br /><br />Frumosul centru vechi. <br />Primăria este o fostă puşcărie, iar în faţa ei stă mândru privind spre luceafărul de seară, un căpitan brav al Kristiansandului. <br />Trec la o istorie mai recentă, adică HM, McDonalţ şi alte firme de care e plin centrul. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijL1aKX0lOzolpgDjtXKVabOx2c1r5kNB52tDgOgZtoDLHScWoO93kaudn5OID8esynpECFKbYgBfp8px1lFml6-BDbZi5i8jtziqvbWiWmQQVbjTMPZuCT1aSWjUZCOsiaS9IB2T8Mds/s1600/IMG_2501.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijL1aKX0lOzolpgDjtXKVabOx2c1r5kNB52tDgOgZtoDLHScWoO93kaudn5OID8esynpECFKbYgBfp8px1lFml6-BDbZi5i8jtziqvbWiWmQQVbjTMPZuCT1aSWjUZCOsiaS9IB2T8Mds/s320/IMG_2501.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506379384359281218" /></a><br /><br />Plin de reduceri, dar totul prea scump pentru studentul european şi nu numai.<br />Am vizitat fortăreaţa care ne-a oferit în aceeaşi seară o petrecere, piaţa cu peşte proaspăt, biblioteca, teatrul şi cinematograful. Am aflat de un bar drăguţ unde sunt organizate jam sessions...so...yey!<br />Apoi mi-am luat o ditamai cutia cu tacâmuri, farfurii şi altele trebuincioase în cămin...vreo 6 kg...şi am cărat-o juma de oră până la “Capătul Pământului” cum numim noi căminul nostru Roligheden.<br />M-am trântit în pat şi nu, n-am uitat de party...care a fost interesantă.<br />I-am făcut cunoştinţă berii şi vinului cu April din Nebraska, 19 ani...două guri nu mai mult.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAadzEjBfOXmjZoNolGtGEZk7LT090dQi0-6ws19Vs2Ekppq2X7MBMOz379AAXh1AD3dfTrNpV3kq45JoKZsEOei66sqsy8JZ5bqWonPhqT1PMIU0WobU_7JaaYUe6iKS16J-ugsOy8U4/s1600/IMG_2510.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAadzEjBfOXmjZoNolGtGEZk7LT090dQi0-6ws19Vs2Ekppq2X7MBMOz379AAXh1AD3dfTrNpV3kq45JoKZsEOei66sqsy8JZ5bqWonPhqT1PMIU0WobU_7JaaYUe6iKS16J-ugsOy8U4/s320/IMG_2510.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506378651116465010" /></a><br /><br />Muzica...not d’n’b that’s for sure...Shakira, remixuri, techno stuff...mdeah<br />Măcar nu te saturi de vorbit, mereu afli ceva nou despre o ţară sau despre cineva. <br />Bine...unii oameni sunt tare obositori, mai ales cei care nu stăpânesc bine engleza, dar noroc că sunt din Spania sau Italia, deci îi înţeleg chiar dacă ei nu vor să fie înţeleşi :P<br /><br />Today’s Norwegian thing iiis: aici nu se fură măh!<br />pentru că şi deoarece: oamenii sunt destul de bogaţi ca să-şi lase bicicleta în mijlocul trotoarului fără lanţuri şi lacăte. Oamenii sunt destul de cinstiţi încât să nu le fure! Oamenii sunt oameni în Norvegia.Southern Thinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14391698892374543617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484155294032675146.post-83849353042691824762010-08-16T09:20:00.000-07:002010-08-18T10:17:17.107-07:00God dag! - servus toc :))13.08.2010<br /><br /><strong>Turul campusului.</strong> <br />Clădiri peste clădiri. Un fel de FSEGA...adica Universitet I Agder - Universitz of Agder arata ca un hotel, ca o banca. E curată şi bine pusă la punct. Coordonatoarea e amuzantă şi mereu dispusă să-ţi răspundă la întrebări (ceva ce întâlneşti mai rar în România)<br />Organizaţia studenţească este cu adevărat vocea studenţilor. Preşedintele este pătit, au maşini din partea universităţii şi au o groază de activităţi atât pentru studenţii internaţionali cât şi pentru cei norvegieni. Vreau să mă infiltrez şi să prind cţte ceva de folos şi aplicabil în ţărişoara nostră.<br /><br />Cursurile sună bine, dar se suprapun...<br />Voi lua un curs de Beat culture (cine nu ştie ce-i să caute pe wikipedia că acum n-am timp să explic :P )Examenul va fi o lucrare la alegere: scrisă, pictată, sculptată etc.<br /><br />Aici trăieşti din carduri: card pentru maşina de spălat, card de identitate pentru studenţi, card cu bani..căci da...banii sunt în gandul tuturor.<br />"Scump!" este unul din cuvintele des pronunţate aici.<br />"Curat!" este altul.<br />"Waaaa!" altul...<br />Waaaa! case albe din lemn.<br />Waaaa! Marea Nordului.<br />Waaaa! Păpuşi pe toate străzile = fetiţe blonde, oameni care te fac să crezi că sunt albinoşi.<br />Waaaa! 10 euro o bere.<br />Waaaa! Am primit un USB gratis.<br /><br />etc.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZpTz6nKSC8PtGRe7ZsM32fARqyplPRQgysh7HrwAe_R7fE8_jWYpcXz3vOs-Oewp6Aufo2O4NIpezQ7NHpHpq49KrTxhIN-icGYWtUivVOtSzMs7SQ5p08s9sz67cCK1ifid_hhmZWn4/s1600/IMG_2493.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZpTz6nKSC8PtGRe7ZsM32fARqyplPRQgysh7HrwAe_R7fE8_jWYpcXz3vOs-Oewp6Aufo2O4NIpezQ7NHpHpq49KrTxhIN-icGYWtUivVOtSzMs7SQ5p08s9sz67cCK1ifid_hhmZWn4/s320/IMG_2493.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506053555593990098" /></a><br /><br /><em>Today's Norwegian thing iiiis:</em> coţofene şi pescăruşi<br />pentru că şi deoarece: în Braşov aven porumbei, în Cluj ciori, iar în Kristiansand coţofene (păsări negre cu un pic de alb, mai mari cu o coadă lungă)<br /><br />Mai scriu şi mâine ce am făcut ieri...acum merg la un concert în campus pentru că e festivalul de început de semestru! <br /><br /><br /> Vi snakkes! - Talk to you later!<br /><br />12.08.2010<br /><br /> <strong>Linişte!<br /> Auzi? Liniste...<br /> Uite!<br /> Vezi? E peste tot...<br /> Norvegia!<br /> Chiar? Norvegia...</strong><br />Cam aşa a fost conversaţia mea cu mine în primele două zile.<br /><br />Dar hai sa o luam de la început...ora 1:00 a.m. cu maşina până la Otopeni. La 7:00 a.m. avionul spre Amsterdam. Vruuum Vruuum (sunetul motorului), waaa-waaa (plâns de bebeluş), încotro mergeţi domnişoară (vocea vecinei de scaun care zboară pentru prima dată şi vrea ceva ce nu pot să-i ofer, conversaţie). Stau la geam! Carpaţii...minunat...Tâmpa! Nori şi norişori...vată pe băţ...Tăniuţ...o să-mi fie dor de toţi.<br />Turbulenţe... pe cuvânt...nu mi-a fost frică :))<br />Amsterdam...culturi triunghiulare şi dreptrunghiulare şi trapezoidale...o pătură cu mii de cârpituri..geaca de blugi a lu’ Vio...<br />Un aeroport imens, dar trebuie să ajung la poarta B20. Un angajat cu faţă de turc îmi cere paşaportul şi zice că îmi este vecin, eu îl întreb dacă e din Ungaria... "aventura asta m-a obosit rău”<br />După o întârziere de o oră fiindcă cică nu mergea o ştergătoare...clar, nimic mai grav, m-am îmbarcat într-un avionaş.<br /><br />Daţi-mi toţi câte-o aripă şi să fim pe lume fraţi!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9qtkr2OHdJDVxLyWmb-2OSk-LsFNB-DIZtEIEd3wK09seKMkwygQD2Bv3KPzIZyosoUHHK8ec-UAIde9JR-HgY5BlSZBfHoIFG4oGZ1USRYUJtL1BmiwI7mMnCfcF54g7AJ2C6xP6g2w/s1600/IMG_2437.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9qtkr2OHdJDVxLyWmb-2OSk-LsFNB-DIZtEIEd3wK09seKMkwygQD2Bv3KPzIZyosoUHHK8ec-UAIde9JR-HgY5BlSZBfHoIFG4oGZ1USRYUJtL1BmiwI7mMnCfcF54g7AJ2C6xP6g2w/s320/IMG_2437.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506044306535197906" /></a><br /><br />M-am găsit cu încă 11 copii de prin Elveţia, SUA, Germania şi o tipă din Iran. Superb! <br />Eram deasupra norilor, mării, insulelor, vaporaşelor. Am ajuns în Kristiansand în aprox. o oră într-un aeroport minuscul. Am aşteptat încă o oră autobuzul şi i-am învăţat pe ceilalţi un joculeţ să ne memorăm numele. OSUBB ştie ;)<br /><br />Found our buddies and went home!<br />Noua mea casa pentru patru luni...Roligheden, greu de pronunţat, greu de ajuns, greu de imaginat că nu am încă 4 colegi de cameră...sunt singură. Văd un colţ de mare. Văd pescăruşi şi case albe...multe case albe.<br /><br />Baia şi bucătăria o împart cu încă trei persoane: un iranan, o spanioloaică şi o tipă din Bolivia.<br />Pe birou stă Borsec (broscuţă de pluş) Borsec priveşte spre dealurile cu licurici.<br />Borsec vrea în Marea Nordului. Vrea să se plimbe. "Mâine Borsec...promit!"<br /><br />În fiecare zi o să scriu ceva ce este absolut norvegian în secţia..să-i spunem: Norwegian thing :)<br /><br /><em>Today's Norwegian thing iiiiiis: </em>white houses!<br />pentru că şi deoarece: acum hăt ani pe când existau oameni săraci în Kristiansand doar oamenii bogaţi aveau bani să-şi vopsească casele în alb. Unii îşi vopseau doar o latură...iar restul alte culori. <br />that's all the norwegian trivia for now!Southern Thinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14391698892374543617noreply@blogger.com0