18 degrees Celsius (above zero, mind you), every Norwegian is genetically programmed to cast his jacket and show off some very white (or suspiciously orange-tanned) arms and legs and smile foolishly behind huge sunglasses. Except for yours truly, who still suffers from a bad case of the peelings after the bum-arms-and-legs sunburn caught nearly 2 weeks ago. When I undress at night a cloud of Kirsti dust whiffs about the room. Lovely.
Now it seems the heat is affecting me in some way or the other (or maybe it's the jet lag), because I dropped a plate of microwaved leftovers on the floor just now (didn't want to take a picture cause it was just too stupid) ... Reminded me a little off the exploding eggs incident the last time I was jetlagged ... But it will pass, I suppose, along with the desperate longing back to white beaches and cheap Thai food. Hmmm.
A new page is up and running and has actually seen quite a lot of traffic already, so I'm very excited: www.may17oslo.com. If you have any photos, I would love to publish them together with the name of the artist :-D
Well, I have to go destroy some more food before I starve to death.
K.
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