Paris

I told someone i'd try to blog during my trip, so here it is:

Paris is like in the movies. Old, beautiful, romantic and yet exciting. I've had busy days since i arrived (sunday) but today i rest.

It is a quarter to 8 in the evening and it is warm outside the internet café, cooler inside it but not cold, and on the street is a non-stop chatter of people passing by.

quick connection communication

Libraries are the best. As well as strong black tea with milk is the best.

I'm looking forward to move back to Göteborg though Reykjavík isn't that bad either. I'm looking forward to meet old friends, family and to have more things to choose from. I'm looking forward to spend lazy days in my mother's garden.

Happy First Day of Summer!

Yours,
Malva

den ständiga framtidsångesten och jag

My mother, my brother and i took a ride to the sea and through the neighbourhood. It is a nice place. I saw some familiar people in the food store, a couple in my age that i or someone else have been to school with and it struck me how far away i was from them, geographically at least, and that they both had each other and maybe they still lived around there, and maybe they were well educated and… and… who knows?!
Probably not. I’m a part of a spoiled generation – i dream about getting a house like my mum’s in a hidden paradise in a big city but i am not making an effort to get it.
Instead i’m loitering about, dreaming of adventures.

On TV today there was a documentary about an old couple moving to an old people’s home. They talked about their childhood together (childhood together! Too late to get a boyfriend like that, hm!) and their… ah. “we thought brazil seemed to be a good place and moved there”. Just like that! They had been moving around a lot and showed videos of themselves being young and having a pick nick on the beach. Smiling and waving. People were happier back then, weren’t they? Happier and walking and driving faster.
Maybe it was the speed of everything that made them happy? Or just speed as in C6H5CH2CH(NH2)CH3 , what do i know? No time for worries anyway.

And as long as i move around and maybe have pick nicks on beaches and videotape it all i’m excused for not buying a house and settle down in my hometown.
And that’s a relief.

oh-la-la!

My brother is back from France! And is already longing to go back..