On june 1st was the graduation (="studenten") at school for the last years. to be able to "experience" it, i joined lois and her class - es3 - the whole day. the graduation here is like a real tradition, with loads of things you must have. the special hat called "studentmössa", the breakfast with champagne, the lunch at school with all the speeche

I had a good day today. such a good day that i felt like writing only about it. nothing so exceptional, nor awesome, nor interesting for you all, but for the two people who lived that day together. and i'm one of them... it started around 6:30, when i got up (without any difficulties), took a (short) shower (wow!) and had breakfast - already thinki

The article contains so many pictures and movies that it´s too big to be on one page, so here is the end of "för vi har tagit studenten...fy fan vad vi är bra!". now we were definitely out of school. we jumped on the truck that drove us through the town, many times. 070601_studenten_lastbilen vidã©o envoyã©e par marionbosser out of school me

Damn, one month. i won't start as usual saying that time goes fast and i've heaps of things to write...though it's true (ok, i did it without wanting it mouhaha) well, ok, please don't care. to start with, please have a look there again : http://my-year-in-sweden.over-blog.com/article-4716626.html i finally put some pictures of denmark. (please not

As i said many times to my dear friend, i do not like "last times". but still, for the last time in sweden i´m writing an article. i dunno yet what i will be about, i write as it comes. i just finished packing my stuff, i though it would be much easier...but i had to jump on my suitcase to be able to close it. i can barely carry it myself, i guess

8 dagar kvar i sverige. 8 dagar att nytta av göteborg. 8 dagar för att fika med min gås. 8 dagar för att träffa min älskade. 8 dagar för att packa. 8 dagar för alla sista gånger... jag vill inte åka härifrån. fan. jag tror att lapplandresan gjorde någonting åt mig. att vara långtbort från göteborg var skitsvårt första dagen, och

When somebody does something that's not usual, they say it's gonna rain. but it's not water that's gonna fall from the sky...but shit. it's been 2 weeks with only sun, and warmth (between 10 and 15°c, we even had 18°c!)...and strangely, today, a while after starting this article, it was snowing. so you know, it was my fault. sorry. first of all,

"to have your bum between two chairs"...if you want a translation wordo-to-word. i´ve been starting a few articles, and never posted them. why? didn´t want to, wasn´t sure, didn´t dare for some reasons maybe. whatever. i´m still here, well..."there" in sweden. since the last article, i´ve had a strange period. too much questions. too much pre

Hallå hallå people, i´ve so much to write! one more time, but i´ll be able to write 1/9999 of all of it. anyway... ^^ let´s start with the "special friday". as every friday morning, i was very lazy...so i skipped school (isn´t it a good reason?...no, ok.). but, i did something that i should have started a long time ago...going to the gym with

Comme je l'avais annoncé dans mon dernier article, mes parents "français" m'ont rendu visite du 19 au 23 avril, ici, à göteborg, après presque 9 mois sans "contact réel". première épreuve : la bise. usch. j'avais presque oublié comment on faisait, et bien que ce geste paraît tout à fait naturel pour vous français, il est bien bizarre po