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How diffrent are we? Month one and a few Norwegian stereotypes

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Greetiiiiings! I have survived my first month in Norway! I managed to get used-ish to the daylight madness and don’t feel bad when I go to bed ‘’during the day’’ sometimes. I remembered some impossible names and am able to distinguish a word or two in Norwegian. I got to know the custom about the meal times here, approximate time schedule and so on. The hardest part is to unpack and I confess my sin, I still haven’t done it. It might be the lack of space, (the room is ridiculously small for the two people who intend to stay there for a year), motivation or simply the fact that I am hardly ever in my room except for sleeping since there is always something going on. Midnight in Oslo A warm welcome to the office                                                 Generalisation I will expose some stereotypes today, but let me point out something about the generalizations first. I often hear typical features about nations by the people who travel and/or hardly vis

The beginning of my EVS

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Here we go! I survived couple of calm hours on the train. I have to admit, I did not put a of of thoughts into the comfort of carrying two pieces of luggage, both ‘up to 20kg’. Of course that means ‘heyyyy, let all the hells break loose’’ and throw in everything your heart desires (or your suitcase is able to take).  After that of course take everything out again because, god help you,  you do not need 5 pairs of short pants if you’re going north, right? Besides, I guess you will be able to survive without the water cooker. The ones who know me, are quite well aware that my beloved mini water cooker is always by my side on the longer trips. The heartache will remain, but life goes on. It’s just us, hoarders, we’re awful. I did not have a time of my life transporting these suitcases though. But hey, they said up to 20 kg! That means I can carry 2x20 kilos, right?    Not many fascinating event occurred on the way to Oslo. I arrived on Vienna airport from the main station, r

I'm going to Norway! When, how and why?

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It is fifth of june, 2017. At the moment, I’m sitting on the train via Vienna Airport where I’m silently observing villages and houses passing by through the slightly dirty window. Maybe it is just me but the whole scene seems quite sleepy even though it was 9 before noon ‘’already’’. My god, lately I’m in the process of finding out somehow frightening features about myself. I would rather believe that it’s not caused by the aging process, so I keep telling myself all over again that I am still searching my optimal biorhythm, but still – I keep suspecting I’m a, well, morning person. I have not yet completely unfamiliar with the desire to flay any object or being in proximity while getting up at the hours written with one digit too few, but these hours nowadays seem a bit more…human friendly? Well, perhaps life will spare me a bit and for a change develop somehow useful feature in me for a change! Anyway, on this foggy and cloudy day, my mood is quite the opposite, because I’m traveli