making green peas soup with rosemary and white wine while listening to the muezzin and finding a lost favorite shirt with many holes and a dirty mirror and straining my eyes to focus with the polaroid and obviously i didn’t keep track cause there was no picture left for the beautiful girl in front of me who invited me for a taybeh and speaking about language and what you become when you speak another language but your mother tongue and waiting for the rain which is expected(and longed for) this weekend and not able to put down my book page up and down and watching this movie and reading about this i almost had to vomit and i am not quiet but it is somewhat still around me.
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jag vill också ha peace and quiet. peace out!
Så många fina bilder. Vackert inlägg till dina kollegor, jag drömmer vidare om dansen. Och avundsvärt paket från Finland. Ser att jag ovetandes valt samma rubrik som du igår. This is it. Funkar varje dag. Jag hör att du är mitt i flödet av allt.
This is it, nu går jag till jobbet. Små kroppar som klättrar på mig. Kram.
Jag blir så himla glad av din blogg. Tänk att det finns så mycket vackert i världen.
you made me all dizzy with this post. and i loved the photos. where do you buy your polaroid film? i have one for 600 film, and i have some film from the impossible project, but i don't like the outcome.
tell me, how exactly do you make your olives. besides the spices. we've been experimenting with wine/water, water/vinegar etc. but not sure about it.
uh, heavy films and heavy books. i´m not sure if i could really face those without feeling sick either.
so much in this world that i will never never understand..
what one becomes when talking some other language than mother tongue? that´s interesting question. i do that every day with my love one.
fru a, efter kalasen kanske???
elisabeth,tack. och ännu ett magiskt sammanträffande! det gillar vi...kram
miss ud, och glad blir jag av att höra! mycket vackert finns det...
trinsch, hey again! nice that you are back! i bought it from the impossible project aswell. they turn out so so, but with loads of atmosphere. i will mail you some guidelines for olives!
outi, i guess we won't, sometimes it doesn't even make sense trying. or knowing. i never know. never find the balance.
now i am curious, where is your partner from?
understanding the world, the life, the people, is sometimes so difficult. and still i have to try and try again. to understand also myself. and why am i here.
but sometimes i really feel, it´s impossible.
my love one is a swiss. and the language we use together is bad english;)
well, i´m learning germany and he is learning finnish. slowly slowly..
mooi mooi mooi...
ben benieuwd naar jou taalervaring. Ik denk dat het lastige is dat sommige herinneringen zich niet laten vertalen
outi, i guess we will keep trying to understand until we stop and die. one day! oh, a swizz! where from in switzerland? does he make you cheese foundue? ;) that sounds good though, that you are both working on eachothers language.
elianne, dank je wel! en juist. bijvoorbeeld is mijn nederlands niet zo sterk meer...
he is from a little village. a beautiful village full of farming houses, chicken, cats, gardens, and in the middle of all goes a little stream. like a switzerland in dreams, for me at least;)
we don´t really eat fondue, but raclette yes! it´s also with LOTS of cheese. and sooo gooood..
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