Hello world.
This is monday, the first dat of my short vacations and it is raining as hell. Like a motivation to do nothing. The week end was calm, i mostly spent it with Karl Ove and the second book is so far as good as the first one. I wrote good but i can guess that a lots of people won’t like it. I like people who tell their story, even if it is a mass of egocentrism and so, Karl Ove explains how he felt in a very good way and this is one of the rare book in swedish that i read until now where i find it poetic, not minimalistic as swedish use to be. To me, Swedish is a practical langage: they took away all the parasit words and just kept the one that made sense. In comparison to french, this seems poor but poor is a wrong word. Swedish tells what it is to tell, not more. No superflu. A lots is also said in silence but it is kind of difficult to write a silence in a book. Anyway. Karl Ove writes with a lots of adjectivs, maybe tells the same things in three different ways, but i like it. Well, the blue book is waiting for me today!
I also decided to pick a cookbook yesterday and to make a recept from it. It was a pie. I had a big thought for the people who gave me this book, so i took my phone and called them while i was cooking. It was charmant discussions and the sweetest of everything: my goddaugther telling my name. She is now almost 19 months and it was the first time i heard her talking. I miss the 5 of this family, it was so cool to share their lives, oh i wish i had time to visit them… Well. The result of the cooking was this:
The evening was spent with Karl-Ove and another Carl, Bildt this time, who is the swedish foreign minister and he decieved me a little. This guy used to have humor and it was bof bof yesterday in Sommarprat. I woke up after an 11 hours sleep night and the rain was making the BO for the film of today. The long pass i had to run this week end was stil on the to-do-list, no need to tell you how motivated i was.
I got up, watched a finnish movie. oh my, what for a depress country it seems to be. Good that i know some real finnish people and don’t make conclusion about one film only. The breakfast was eaten and so i thought i really needed to take a run. So on with the cap and out. it was 5,67 painfull kilometers in a slow 26min and 59 seconds. No need to mention that i walked after 4 km and had an average pulse of 192… Not my best day. I can tell you that the 10 kilometers in the wood from the tjurruset seem far far far away…
But for now, shower, little meal and packing for a mini vacation in the south. Me likes!
Wo ist das Meer? 