Oisann

Jeg fant denne vidion helt tilfeldig, etter å ha sett på den en stund, skjønte jeg hvor det var. Det er svingen vi tok omtrent hver dag. For dere som vet hva jeg snakker om: Rundt Forum og svingen fra Housur road opp mot christ. Slik ser det ihvertfall ut ovenfra

One little Bird

Jeg står midt på gulvet. Stille, helt stille. En fugl kvitrer fra hagen, lyden når gjennom glassruten og fyller opp stillheten. Kvitringen er helt lik den kvitringen i Kate Bush sangen. Den sangen jeg hørte på om natten for å overdøve en vifte som hadde gått seg sliten, sangen jeg hørte på for å slippe naboguttens skjærende mobilsang en tidlig morgen, sangen som konkurrerte mot hundenes uling utenfor vindu, den som fikk meg til å slappe av da hele verdens uvær stormet inni meg. Nå er den uten konkurranse, den tar all plass. På 24 timer var alt annet borte. Jeg savner det, litt. Jeg savner dere, mye.

Nei

Jeg skulle vel helst ha skrevet om verstfamilier, raggibowls, ricksawturer, 2 timer yoga om morgenen og 45 varmegrader, men slik blir det ikke. Dette er meg nå:

Jeg vil til dette, nå! Vil vekk, vær så snill

Denne er til B, jeg savner deg og vil at du skal ta telefonen...

That`s all.

Another day

Dette innlegget er kopiert fra Stina sin blogg. Hendelsen skjedde i går og beskriver ganske godt tillstand i familien i apartment 331

It is a new heat record in Bangalore. 37,9 C. Inside apartment 331, block 2b, Tungabhadra, Koramangala the current is lost and the fan has stopped working. The sweat is pouring down the faces of the three Norwegian girls sitting in the livingroom, and all they can think about is how extremely hot it is. All of a sudden Ingrid comes running from the kitchen.

Ingrid: OMG! It is raining!!

Astrid and Stina: Whaaat?

Before they have time to react Ingrid is out the door with a haul of joy. Stina gets caught behind trying to put on some clothing. Running up and down the stairs not able to decide if the rainchasers went up or down she runs into Magnus. They decide the noises come from the roof and run up the stairs to steps a time until they finally reach 8^th floor and find to wet happy girls dancing around.

They dance, jump, play and sing in the rain for a while. Astrid and Magnus hide in the hallway scared of the lightning, Ingrid sings “ singing in the rain” (off course), and Stina goes from pretending she knows the lyrics of “singing in the rain” to making fun of the others being scared of the lightning. All of a sudden a huge lightning scars across the sky and they all run screaming in the hallway.

Stina is not that tough anymore.

Leaded by the always sensible Magnus they decide to go back inside. They run down the stairs, soaking wet but with filled with joy. Until they reach the door.

Stina: Ehm.. its locked

Ingrid: But I told you to keep it open?

Stina: but I did. It must have blown in. Wait, I will climb over to the balcony and she if that one is open

She climbs over just to realize that one is locked to

Stina: it is locked to!

The others: F#¤%

Magnus starts banging his head towards the wall and cannot belive he is stuck outside the apartment because of these stupid girls.

Astrid: It would be good with wine now

Stina and Ingrid: JA!!! ( Stina claps her hand likes a penguin)

Stina: Magnus, you are the only one with shoes, can you go?? Pleeeease?

Magnus ( now a bit irritated): No… It is raining and it is far there.

The girls: ååhh…

Magnus: Lets go find the security guard

Stina: ok I go with you.

They run down and try to explain to the guard what happened. He wobbles his head and say he will come help them in 10 min. They go back up to the others and continue to try to convince Magnus to buy wine. He says he need some time to set his mind on being impulsive.

Two guards show up and walk over to the underdressed girls and thinking boy.

Stina: It is locked and we don’t have a key.

Guard 1: Is it locked?

Stina: yes

Guard 1 walks over to Magnus and the door and feels it

Guard 1: it is locked

Everybody: yes

Stina: We don’t have a key

Guard 1 : You don’t have a key?

He looks at Magnus

Magnus: No

Astrid starts laughing and have to walk away

Guard 1 looks at guard 2

Guard 1: It is locked and they don’t have a key

Guard 2: Hm

Guard 1: hm

The guards talk to each other in Kannada and walks off to find some keys. They come back with 10 keys and try to make them fit. Nobody fits.

Guard 1: Hm

Guard 2: Hm

Stina: So what to do? Can we call Ryan? ( the boss)

Guard 1: No

Stina: But we cant sleep out here..

Guard 1 : Yes, okioki. You sleep here and we fix tomorrow.

Stina: WHAT?

Guard 1 wobbles his head

Stina: #¤%&

At this point Astrid grabs Stina and pulls her back and tell her to calm down.

Magnus: I am going to go get wine

The guards decide they can’t do anything more and walks away. The three girls start making phone calls until they reach Ryan and he tell them he will come with the key. They knock on their neighbor door and find some nice americans that let them in. They start talking and are on the subject that all the other Americans students have partied so much in Bangalore, and the girl tell them this is the only apartment where nobody drink. This is when Magnus walks in with a bottle of red wine

Magnus: I GOT WINE!!

The girls: that’s great…

Stina to the American girl: Ehm, you want some?

American girl: I don’t drink..

Stina: Oh yeah that’s right. No we don’t drink so much either

American girl: right..

Awkward silence

They sip on their wine until they finally see a soaked Ryan standing outside the apartment with the door open

They jump up, thank the american girl and run over, thrilled to be inside

Stina: So sorry to get you up now Ryan. ( the time was 2300)

Ryan: that’s ok, but where are all your keys?

Stina: ehm. We only have one

Ryan: One? But you got 5?

Stina: ehm yeah..they are all sort of gone

Then she tries to explain the raindancing but Ryan don’t really seem to understand this. He wobbles his head and walks away.

Everybody goes inside, drink red wine eat ginger cookies ( pepperkaker) and watch a good movie with extremely bad quality.

We were born to run

Madness is a priviliege for the rich, not a luxury for the middleclass

crazy cat

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