Shirt is progressing. One arm is done and the other one is ready to be attached.

Diary 20.01.19


Carrot muffin, home made tart cherry juice and cultured milk was my breakfast today. We have very nice winter weather. It's around -7 degrees Celsius and there is even some sunshine. I continue sewing my shirt.


Sewing a shirt


Detail on back (left picture) and detail on arm where cuff will attach to (right picture).


The fabric here costs 130 NOK = 16 USD per shirt. You have to add a little thread, buttons and then some interfacing, which are all very cheap making the cost of one shirt 140 NOK = 17 USD. I saw a shirt in the same fabric in a store in Trondheim the other day and it costed around 900 NOK = 110 USD. OMG! how much money I am saving. I bought 2.6 m of this fabric and that gives me two shirts for 280 NOK = 34 USD. I am not buying another shirt, ever! You can hardly find nice looking women's shirts these days, and those that you do find are really expensive like the one I saw in the store. I now understand why pupils aren't taught this at school as that would just destroy the clothes industry.


Crime fiction

When I was younger I used to read quite a lot of detective novels. I used to read P.D. James, Agatha Christie and Minette Walters. I also liked spy novels such as those by John Le Carre and Robert Ludlum. My favorite is Agatha Christie and I have watched and rewatched Miss Marple (played by Geraldine McEwan) and Hercule Poirot (played by David Suchet) over and over again. The idea that there is a man who solves crimes with his "little grey cells" and disentangle even the most compact and ingenious criminal plots is to me very appealing. I always wished he was real. I wished there was a real life incarnation of Sherlock Holmes, a man with an intellect so sharp it would cut through the most tightly woven crime like a warm knife goes through butter. I never met such a man or heard of him, but I am sure he exists somewhere. I am sure he sits in his chair looking onto the world, while his little grey cells sift and sort through information like little steam engines. He will pet his cat and eat some grapes to fuel his little grey cells, and then suddenly the truth emerges in his mind. All his little grey cells have compared notes and processed the information to build a story of what really happened as opposed to what we are told happened. I don't know what he does with this information as the thieves are still robbing us and no crimes seemed to get solved. Maybe he makes a list of thieves and then sends it off to St. Peter who is guarding the gates to heaven. I don't know, but I surely would like to meet this guy. In Norway, Easter is a time when everyone reads or watches crime fiction. I don't know why, but in addition to skiing and eating oranges, one is supposed to watch a good crime fiction series on TV or read a crime fiction book. Crime fiction is very popular in Norway and in other Scandinavian countries. In large bookstores in London I have often seen advertisements for Norwegian crime fiction writers, which must be the only literary export we have these days. As I've understood more of the world, I have had less and less need for reading crime fiction as I can watch it in real life on a daily basis. All I can think is that we need someone like Hercule Poirot or Sherlock Holmes to come and sort out all the unsolved crimes.

Danny boy

Danny is the name of a guy I know from college, a chubby red-head from Ireland with lots of freckles and who had a poodle named Stroodle. In his childhood he used to play with boats, which he built from scratch together with his dad. Danny was fond of water and liked to bathe and swim alot. You would think he would grow up to be a sailor, but he became a pilot before he once crashed his plane and then he turned back to school and studied statistics. Over the course of the year I studied statistics in London I became quite good friends with Danny. Usually, he would sit right behind me and then poke me with his pencil asking me if I had an eraser or if I had done today's homework or if I wanted to have lunch with him. George was my boyfriend at the time, and so I did never go out with Danny although I think he wanted me to. Elizabeth, who was from Manchester and in our class, said that Danny had told her that he liked me, but didn't dare to say anything because of George. Truly, I was in love with George and didn't really think of Danny as someone I would date. That said though, Danny was very funny and used to crack me up with his jokes and he would also often help me out with my homework. Honestly, Danny was a nicer guy than George. Elizabeth also agreed and I think she actually had a crush on Danny. Mona told me this one time we went to a modern art show at the National Gallery. Elizabeth was so sad when Danny kept poking my back in class and not her. Surely, Danny would understand that poking me like that wouldn't work all the while I was with the stud George. Sometimes George would write me little notes in class where he would write down a joke or something that he found funny. All his jokes were very funny and I could not help but laugh. George, sorry I mean Danny, could have been a stand up comedian, but he chose to use his talent to chat up girls. Even when George broke up with me and I was trying to hide my tears in class, Danny saw it and then he managed to make me smile and almost laugh through my tears?

Life in Trondheim

I have been working in Trondheim now for the past 4 years and find it large enough for my needs. A little too large in some ways, but preferable to other bigger cities such as London or Paris. Maybe the culture scene could have been more varied and the salsa community could have been larger, but Trondheim has a theater, a salsa club and a two cinemas. Perhaps we could have had more parks in Trondheim. Or we could have had more green areas. Some don't care for that. Some, like me though, think that parks are one of the most important things to have in cities. I am a fan of flowers and plants. Being in a park is like therapy for me when I am in a city. Like many people, I find being in nature realxing and healing. You may be different. Generally, the weather is rather bad and so going to the movies is a popular activity. One thing I really appreciate is the that I can work in a city that is close to where my family is, and one of my best friends from college still lives here. In some ways, I know Trondheim too well and there is part of me that wants to travel and go on an adventure, but I already did that during my studies and so I am quite happy to be here now. Not that there is anything wrong with Trondheim, just that especially when one is young, one wants to see the world. Given that I am not so young anymore, I now feel that this need is less strong as I appreciate other things like having a nice place to work and having friendly colleagues. Trondheim is a popular city for young people who are in their early careers, but people do tend to move out of the city as they start having kids and maybe want to reconnect with grandparents. Overall though, I would say that Trondheim is a more livable city for families than say London, which is almost exclusively for young proffessionals. Being old, sick or a child in London is not easy with all those stairs everywhere on the tube system. Only the fit, healthy and wealthy will find London a convenient place to live. Underground systems such as the London metro or tube as the locals say, are usually a fast and practical way to get around in such a large city as London, but they are not tailored for people with disabilities or other physical impairments. London is fun to live in for a while when you're young and restless and Trondheim is better for long term living. During my one year stay in London I managed to visit most of the sights, museums, parks and cafes that I wanted to visit and so I felt that one year was enough living in a large city. Even if I had stayed there longer, I would not have been able to do a lot more as I think I covered most of it in that one year. Rarely, have I felt that I experienced so much in one year as during my one year in London. Could I have stayed a little longer? Only if I had lived slightly outside of the main city center and had a garden. I loved going to the parks in London though, and so they compensated for not having a garden. Not many people living in London have the privilige of a garden or even a balcony. Most people live in small apartments having only one private room of their own and sharing communal areas with others. All very cozy and fine for a limited period of time, but once you have a boyfriend it gets too tight very quickly. Room sizes vary, but they often pass small storage rooms off as bedrooms. Can you really live in 8 square meters together with your boyfriend? Honestly, not really.

In many ways I am starting to like Trondheim more than I used to. But I think it is because I am getting older. God, I never wish to be 20 again in my head, although I wish, as most people probably would, that I could have the physique of a 20 year old. Women have such a limited time to do so many things. One has to finish one's education, find a man and then have children within one's fertile window. Relatively few women these days have their children during studies or before they are 30. Keeping the population stable is not compatible with the current Norwegian fertility rate of 1.6 people keep saying. Some say that students should start having children, but that is not going to happen as long as they have so little money as they have. However, I think the politicians have themselves to thank for this development. Only when women have a decent income and qualify for maternity leave will they start having children. Politicians need to acknowledge that there are other values than money and that women can't work as much as they do if they are to have more children.




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