.... when I left Stockholm for the first time, I hated this city almost sure that she gave me so much broken my heart. But over time I began to ask the question, why not go back to a place where we felt right at home, but only just a little bit different. Different because this way the I have chosen to do comparatively little to do with my roots. This time it is simply my way, my very own. I could spin this monologue even longer, but I decide for him cause in my head more .. ... Enough to feel the melancholy Philosophiererei about ways to growing up and the feeling of true freedom.
There has been no place in this world, I have explored with all my senses at this intensity, which of course necessarily contribute very much to the quality of life.
But now to my second first days in Stockholm.
As always, I find this extremely high Fashionvictimismus extreme, for which reason I asked you to send me all the clothes you would never wear it. Verily I say unto you, I would be totally up to date. The most absolute NoGo I've seen and seems to really be a trend, is the bad habit, white socks with black shoes in Tragner. I think this would be manageable, the pants would reach up under the shoe sole ...
.. and now every once may recommend that the common pants in Sweden does not, of course ....
... I have to say something? No!
Jamie, my new friend from the USA, makes this fashion-consciousness serious concerns, since he, as he himself says, absolutely unfashionable occurs. I say this only I'm curious how long it lasts this time with me until I start fashion trends impossible to accept. Is said to appear to be quite happened before.
with Jim, another new friend, also from the USA, I have not yet discussed the issue.
Ahmed (2nd from right) from Egypt's current focus is rather less on fashion, instead on not to think all day about food and drink, as we are currently writing the ninth month of the Islamic lunar calendar.
Fernando (1st from left) of Brazil is our baby of the family and could not care less that completely with fashion, which I find very admirable.
Two Swedish guys I've also already know learned, what now compared with the last stay in Stockholm, very much is. From one of the two I have an unexpected private city tour of a part of Stockholm get, I never knew before. Wonderfully pretty, I can say is, falter, however, until the conversation finally without saying went from Amsterdam, had Misses Smörebröd already take a lot of overhead, which was the bottom line is definitely worth it because this young Swede me quite a bit of insight into the Nordic soul granted.
What am currently unwahrschienlich exhilarated, my way of dealing with the absence of a thoroughly tolerable kitchen utensils. The inventory is currently limited to a frying pan with lid, 20 plastic spoons, and I would have an almost cooked, but not so as to withstand the 100 degrees and seven Pappschüsseln that when it hires smart, can wash out even once before they turn slowly but surely into a pulp. Spaghetti sauce is a bit of a challenge ......... .................. but like Charles Bukowski said: We are here to laugh at the vagaries of life in the face ......
