There was a little debate in my head about the language here, but in the end i decided, that since the two readers of my blog have one in common - english- i'll stick to that. Well, and i did learn a new english word today: gale. 16m/s wind is near gale apparently. Nice. But the wheater has been good to us really. As we met people who moved here from India in november, i think we are totally being pampered. We have night and day and also similar conditions like at home in some rougher winter/spring-times.
I think about what to write and it always changes in the end. I have this idea for a post and when i actually get to write one: the paper is blank. There is this fear of white paper, a condition of artist and poets. Sometimes i'll be thinking about similar things. How weird. How interesting. How intriguing. Would be the things i'd think then, but nothing more specific, since time seems to be too precious to waste it on... well.. thinking(figuring) something out.
I like it here. Especially on weekends.
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