DUELFIE XXX
Målselv Valley with fresh snow and minus 13 degrees Celsius. Perfect.
THERE MUST BE SOMETHING WRONG
With us. With me. With Leonie.
The sun barely rises in the morning, it is raining or snowing during daytime. The darkness starts hitting us from about two o clock in the afternoon.
Hell, we love it here!
BACK IN TROMSØ
The snow in the city is melting, but there’s still powder on the mountains.
Tomorrow we leave the harbour in search for whales and darkness. Hopefully we also get some clear nights to see the Northern Lights.
MAKING PLANS
There’s a lot going on the next couple of weeks. So we’re really busy trying to sort things out to hopefully make it all happen. But then there’s always Bertold Brecht’s quote.
“Ja, mach nur einen Plan! Sei nur ein großes Licht! Und mach dann noch ’nen zweiten Plan, gehn tun sie beide nicht.”
SCARY SHIT
Look at this. Just now I’m sitting quitely in the garden with a nice cup of tea.
In about half an hour the storm is going to blow my balls out of my pants.
Update: it could have been worse.
DON’T EAT & SLEEP BUT PUKE REPEAT
It’s amost three weeks now and I can’t really say I’m feeling any better now. Got the flu or the flu got me.
The good thing is I had two coffee’s this morning, but the price for drinking those is not to be under estimated.
Normally i would cough up, like a bucket or two, transparent slimey stuff in the morning. Comming from my toes like a long elastic winegum which only can be seperated with a pair of scissors. And of course you have to be quick before this snake bounces back inside. The golden rule here is, don’t eat, don’t sleep, puke repeat. So you can probably imagine what happens if you just had some strong brown coffee. Right.