I have been wanting to write for more than a week! (I have also been trying for more than a year to start less entries with “I” but I usually fail and I am now reading a book on narcissism.) But there is just so much going on I can’t get around to reporting to the interested public. Now I am finally doing it because I don’t know if I will be able to do it from tomorrow on. What’s this? you’re wondering. Well, I have to undergo finger surgery tomorrow. No, I do not have some weird syndrom that comes from typing too much but there is something growing in the upper part of my pinky and the doctor does not like it. When he told me he’d remove it, I replied very naive, “Can I go to work afterwards?” Apparently not. It will hurt. And worst case I’ll be on sick leave for two weeks. So maybe I won’t be able to type and use my right hand for two weeks – admittedly an uncomfortable scenario. I will just have to spend 14 days watching Fredrik Lindström’s Tänk om about counterfactual history.
Before that though, I’ll share with you my fabulous adventures of the past days. I flew to Berlin (so neat I might never take the 5-hour-train again), I welcomed my intern (who had to take in lots of information very quickly), I attended the first rehearsal of the SongFest (a mass choir project in which we sing among others “Brighter Day”!), I tried partying in Dizzel (not that sucessful because the DJ played Helene Fischer at a 90ties party) and I cut my hair (the hairdresser did. I doesn’t look much different. Sorry to disappoint.)
My day trip to Berlin was to attend a very nice meeting at the embassy. I also took the chance to see the current children’s books exhibition they have at the embassy. If you live/are in Berlin, go there. It’s quite wonderful. You have to take off you shoes and there are turds. Because, Sweden.
Even difficult topics such as death are adressed with the mouse mourning her companion Werner. The rooms are carefully furnished and so small that only kids can get inside. The concept seems to be a success with the little visitors because the guest book ead, “I think everything is nice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Otherwise, Berlin was its normal self with way too many people on the public transport, ladies that dye their dogs hair in rainbow colors, and adorable Alice, my friend Annelie’s soon-to-be-one-year-old.
In Dizzel, I decorated our assistant’s desk and chair with happy birthday things, pre-installed the Crown Princess Family on the intern’s computer and eternalized my soon-to-be-cut-open finger. Also, as you know, the European Championships are on! At lunch last week, I said I didn’t really have time to watch the first round and would jump in when the round of sixteen started. Only later I realized, Sweden will probably not even make it that far…German fans in Dizzel meanwhile seem to think that the success of the team is related to the size of flag supporters hang outside their houses. Or at least that is how I interpret the gigantic flag on Ellerstraße.
Something that is especially bitter about having surgery is that I cannot plan anything for Midsummer (because who knows if my hand will be strawberry-hold-able?). At least I was asked for contributing with question to Ikea’s Midsummer quiz. And yes, I corrected the faulty spelling fo the king’s name.