Saturday, November 17, 2007

Application For Disconnection Of Telephone Line




Sweden finally answers my desire shot. I waited anxiously the moment, once back, we will ask me how it does with the two inevitable questions that will necessarily come first, even before that on what we eat here (I'm not the only hearth amateur photographs), so the two inevitable questions: Is Sweden populated by blond, and in winter it is hard.
For the first question, I did not so much anguish, since I already met some great blond, I could extrapolate that a bit and say that every street corner we come across a blonde one meter ninety, the lie is not so big and then it's so much pleasure to confirm a preconceived idea.
However, I was having cold sweats about the time and I saw myself to say "but siii, sometimes it is not nice, it rained at least every week," and then try to row in the light crestfallen by my interlocutors. That is all the harder by seeing my pictures, we see that the sky is perfectly clear that we are not in a T-shirt but almost, and that we lack the surfboard under arm. (By the way, I must be careful, I was not on vacation even though my pictures seem to indicate otherwise, I rise today take me working, it'll be more serious. ) And so I thank God for having made it snow a week before our departure, a good fat layer that will allow me to reassure everyone: not Sweden is not like home, phew. And I'm going to ramble for hours in a deep voice, a frown on "you know, I know Sweden, I lived there for some time, and I can tell you that it was not easy: I have been cold. "



PS: In fact, why should we lose any dignity they there when eight inches of snow? Already we find ourselves inexplicably happy, a smile, then frankly, there is no reason to celebrate: the two characteristics of the snow and a being cold, and two to be wet. Then we harnessed as bibendum, some even have big red jackets ridiculous. And finally, a primitive instinct compels us to throw down, then lay the other, and then scream like morons. I'm sure it's the snow that does this. The last time I tried to roll over, then throw my comrades on the wet pavement, it has made me laugh.

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