Connecting
13 years ago, I worked a summer at a YMCA children’s camp in Calabria, in the South of Italy. I was the leader of a group of 6 fifteen-year-old girls. I was just… Continue reading
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Svorsk Swedes in Norway
I’ve lived in Norway 10 months now. I came here for the same reason as nearly 150 000 other Swedes: to work and save money. I work in the service industry and I… Continue reading
Sthlm – Oslo
After a night in Stockholm, I am now on the train to Oslo, where I will stay for two days, see friends, search for a job and a place to stay for the… Continue reading
To be, or not to be – a writer
I recently received two writing related job offers from two different people. One friend who lives in France and does a PhD and internship at a big IT company said he would like… Continue reading
Do the little jobs well
Don’t be afraid to give your best to what seemingly are small jobs. Every time you conquer one it makes you that much stronger. If you do the little jobs well, the big… Continue reading
It could be about a job
Reset; to clear any pending errors or events and bring a system to normal condition or initial state I’ve been in reset mode so many times for the last two years; it feels… Continue reading
Socializing in Stockholm
The train is gently swaying forward… Graveled pavements and city streetlights are replaced by snowy white fields and red wooden houses. Sweden in March. It all feels so familiar. When I came to… Continue reading
Update; everything’s alright!
I’m in Stockholm, in the brothers’ flat, although Micke has left for Barcelona. Sun is shining; spring is on its way, but as always, winter winds linger. I’ve started searching for jobs again.… Continue reading
The coach that never left the station
OK. I feel I have written enough fuzzy blog posts about what I’m feeling, vaguely even touching on the subject on what I’m doing. Even now, I have no idea what I want… Continue reading
Reason & Rhyme (Why & How)
Soft snow is falling again. I am happy. I didn’t like the icy crust that had formed over the snow, the sharp edges and the black pebbles that stained the street. Although necessary… Continue reading