Fordi noen har bedt om bevis...

Dette er meg som syr gardiner på Ingunns symaskin. Det har seg nemlig slik at jeg har symaskinssertifikat, mens Ingunn ikke har. Derfor mått jeg sy gardinene mine nesten helt selv (fikk litt hjelp til knappenålene).
Og her er resultatet. Ganske imponerende, eller hva?

Rain falls. It threatens to drown our city. We move through it, not stopping to seek shelter. Instead we cover our heads, our faces, our identites, and we move. We cannot stop. Nothing must delay us in getting to where we are going, nothing must delay us in going to ... wherever. We are a city in motion. We don't know where we came from, we don't know where we're going, only that in order to get there, we have to keep moving. Seen from above, we are nothing but flowing river of umbrellas.

Sheta anataka kuendea Afrika...

Does seven months abroad change you at all?

Well, now you can judge for yourself. Check out the pictures below. The first one is taken in the spring of 2005, for my application for Hald. The second one is taken a little over a year later, in June 2006. It is taken in the same photo box at Oslo Central Station. I even wear the same sweater... So, what do you think? Any change at all?

Skrive oppgave-modus

Når man skriver oppgave, kan det være en unnskyldning for ganske mye. Man kan la være å barbere seg (man beveger seg jo knapt utenfor huset likevel), man kan gå i yndlingsgenseren som egentlig er utslitt for lenge siden, man kan med god samvittighet la det være litt rotete rundt seg (rydde kan man gjøre når man har levert...), man kan gå på Rimi i ullsokker og sandaler og man kan spise godteri selv om det ikke er lørdag. Jeg er i skrive oppgave-modus for tida. Sees på den andre siden av torsdag klokka tolv.

Kjetil på turne

Litt forsinka blogging her. Forrige helg var jeg på rundtur. Tre landsdeler på tre dager. Torsdag ettermiddag bar det ned til Sørlandet med fly for å besøke søster og gamle og nye venner på Hald. Fredag morgen gikk veien videre til Nesodden, før toget gikk tilbake til Bergen lørdag morgen. Hjemme ventet mamma, pappa, lillebror, Kristin og Dan og en veldig, veldig nyfødt Evelina. Det begynte med «søndagsmiddag» hjemme i huset i skogen. Så satt vi og drakk kaffe i solveggen, mens lillebror dramatiserte klassiske keepertabber nede ved fotballmålet. Og så på besøk til den nye familien, og det lille mirakelet. Velkommen til verden, lille venn. Onkel Kjetil gleder seg til å bli bedre kjent med deg.
Stolt onkel

Back at Hald

I am walking up the hill from Mandal town. I’ve been travelling by plane from Bergen, by bus from Kristiansand, and now I’m here. Time has passed. The tree that once stood blooming red as blood has now turned to a dull brown. Spring has turned to summer, has turned to autumn. Hald has been emptied of all the people who used to belong there, and now it has been filled with new ones.

It feels weird coming back. But it’s nice as well. I have so many good memories attached to this place. I drop by the sitting room. It is filled with unfamiliar faces. But some familiar ones appear as well. My sister is there. Teachers, a couple of very good friends from last year, and some people I only met this summer. And some people I have just heard a lot about.

And then there were all the new people. Very nice to hang out with all of you. I talked with a couple of the people going to Uganda, trying to prepare them for what to expect. But of course, there is nothing I can do to really prepare you. This is something that has to be experienced.

After supper, we went to town, to Jonas B. for coffee and ice cream. (Sitting outside taking ice cream in a t-shirt in the end of September! Crazy!) And I try catching up on life on Hald this year. Apparently, the most popular words among the international students are “kirkekaffe” and “bedehuset”. Then back to Hald – playing Ligretto till late at night. Discussing whether or not Leandro really is a spy for the staff at Hald, writing detailed reports about everything that happens.

It is strange to be back. In a way, nothing has changed, and yet nothing is the same. I am just a visitor here this time. But I have also felt very much at home.