2022 – a year of change.
No, it’s not “that much” that changed in my life, beside my perspective on some things.Continue reading “2022 – a year of change.”
The warm evenings of late July
The pink and purples covering
the sky just wondering
if you’re at the same place as I
am or if I’m mistaken and misplaced.
Do I have to cross this street
or will u make the search for me?
Will you check behind the tree?
It’s warm so we can stay outside.
But it’s getting dark.
The warm evenings of late July
Did I hear mosquitoes or was that just
I was just wondering if you were here
or we were just lost somewhere.
New tattoo & back to painting.
Welcome back! The last post was on the 15th of April and if I would be to say I’m embarrassed that would be an understatement.Continue reading “New tattoo & back to painting.”
Skog – a poem collection.
I wrote a couple of poems which circulate around subject of forest so I decided to gather them together in samling : collection.Continue reading “Skog – a poem collection.”
We lived then – a poem.
Original first – then translation. Mine, of course.
Pamiętasz, jak w namiocie
Siedziliśmy cała zgrają, wgniecieni z flaszką.
Nikt nas nie pchał do picia tego ścierwa.
Ale smakowało tak słodko.
Wtedy tak smakowało.
Czy ktoś z nas myślał
Że to tylko moment?
Kto z nas zapomni, a kto z nas
Nie będzie w stanie zapomnieć?
Nie wiedzieliśmy, nikt nie
Zastanawiał się nad jutrem.
Teraz flaszka też na stole, ale gorzka.
Nie przeszkadzały nam chłodne poranki.
*** translation ***
Remember, when in tent
We sat all, pushed in corners with bottles.
No one was forced to drink that utter piss…
But it tasted so good.
Then – it was the best.
Did any of us think
that it was just a moment?
Who will not remember and who
Won’t be able to forget?
We didn’t know, no one
Thought about tomorrow.
Now bottle also on the table, but bitter.
We weren’t bothered by cold mornings.
froze sleeping bags.
We lived then.
I hope you guys don’t sit way past after midnight and dwell on your past like me right now. Let’s live, while we still can.
I miss traveling.
It won’t be a self-pity type of text, neither it will be a tear-dropping sob story of how I have been stuck in one country for two years and going.Continue reading “I miss traveling.”
Who am I.
It’s not really a question, because I’m not asking anyone. I won’t get the answer even from myself. It’s drifting around the subject, as a young immigrant.Continue reading “Who am I.”
The smell of January.
My head is full of poetry those days. I wake up with random poems in my head and I go to sleep similar… and sometimes I have to merge them and it suddenly all makes sense. Enjoy.Continue reading “The smell of January.”
Love’s A Stranger – a poem.
Powoli spadający śnieg.
A wiesz kogo dzisiaj spotkałam?
Ale i tak nikt mi nie uwierzy…
Ciemno było… ale lampki w oknach!
A teraz idź precz!
Juz wszystko przecież wiesz…
Zostaw mnie tutaj, chcę zatańczyć
z Jerzym, poudawajmy, że tak pięknie
Idź, już idź…
*** translation ***
Slowly falling snow.
Do you know who I met today?
But no one will know…
It was dark… but the lights in the windows!
Big flakes of snow!
Now go away!
You already heard everything…
Let me stay,
I want to dance with George,
let’s pretend the snow
Go, just go…
Let’s talk about work.
Everybody has to do some job to get through life, earn money, buy food, have a roof overhead, and cover other basic things. However, there’s always been a tendency in our society to judge people based upon the way they earn their living. Let’s talk about exactly that.Continue reading “Let’s talk about work.”
The thin line between integration and imitation.
A couple of words on the topic that was in my mind for quite a while. Don’t worry, even though the title looks like a bachelor, it is not a scientific paper.Continue reading “The thin line between integration and imitation.”
September – a poem.
I wrote it originally in Norwegian, so (as always) there will be an English version as well.Continue reading “September – a poem.”
Rainbows, cats & hikes.
Today’s a mixture of photos from last week, and therefore a mixture of thoughts. Welcome back (after long break).Continue reading “Rainbows, cats & hikes.”
Rainy Sundays are for baking.
I mean we have a proper summer right now, not gonna lie, the temperatures are rising up to 27 degrees – but the rain is always coming sooner or later.Continue reading “Rainy Sundays are for baking.”
Nature – a poem.
The evenings after work are usually very unproductive – but sometimes they turn into a proper art spectacle: here’s both my artworks and my poem.Continue reading “Nature – a poem.”
Little bit elsewhere – a poem.
Polish original (mine of course) and then translated into English.Continue reading “Little bit elsewhere – a poem.”
Rainy days and what more.
I’ve been very quiet lately and it’s been raining (a lot) lately. Let’s catch up.Continue reading “Rainy days and what more.”
Differences between Norway and Poland.
I’ve wanted to write this for a long time, but since this is quite a large topic and needs a lot of time, I kept putting it on the side for later. Here it is.Continue reading “Differences between Norway and Poland.”
Windy walk in Hamar.
Hamar is our absolutely favorite place for a walk. It doesn’t matter that it’s 1,5 hours drive away from us or that it’s particularly cold there this time of the year.Continue reading “Windy walk in Hamar.”
The old, dirty snow has finally melted (I mean besides those big hills that snow cleaning machine made on the corners of streets, those will probably disappear at the end of May), so the springtime is finally on. Besides temperatures, they still go to minus from time to time, but that’s typisk norsk vær (typical Norwegian weather).Continue reading “Welcome, spring.”
A chaotic day.
Waking up at 5:25 am, can’t sleep, reading Harry Potter till 8 am, taking a cat for a walk and then driving through whole Innlandet just to get a new phone. A day.Continue reading “A chaotic day.”
Couple of February thoughts.
With the snow melting, birds singing and sun shining, the hope is rising. Hope for the better days, for the world to change back to the ‘old times’. February was an odd month.Continue reading “Couple of February thoughts.”
Faraway – a poem.
I never know what to write in those intros for poems. You like poems: you’re welcome to check what I created. You don’t like poems: you’re welcome to my other creations. Enjoy!Continue reading “Faraway – a poem.”
Couple of January thoughts.
As the month is coming to an end, I find it quite important to reflect over it. Here we go:Continue reading “Couple of January thoughts.”
Living in a small village in Norway.
All the pros and cons.Continue reading “Living in a small village in Norway.”
Book review – “Å samle solstråler fra Mosul til Drammen”.
Rahma Hamed is younger than me – born in 2000, but have more life experience than more people than I know (including me). She went through a lot, has probably much more to say, but is that enough for a background of a good book?Continue reading “Book review – “Å samle solstråler fra Mosul til Drammen”.”
Woke up to a winter wonderland.
There are only a few times in our adult lives when we feel the same as when we felt in our childhood. 20 cm of snow (around) is one of the rare things that makes us smile like kids (before the bitter reality comes: cleaning all that yourself).Continue reading “Woke up to a winter wonderland.”
I remember – a poem.
It’s not a typical blogmas, (long time readers know that already), so here’s a poem of mine (bonus: Norwegian translation).Continue reading “I remember – a poem.”
Christmas in Norway & decaf.
The news are old, but never took time to write about it here so here we go!Continue reading “Christmas in Norway & decaf.”
We’ve got a cat & winter is here.
The last two weeks, when there were no posts, were very, very boring (one of the reasons I didn’t write anything), but recently a lot more is going on. I mean, a cat?Continue reading “We’ve got a cat & winter is here.”
Butter pound cake recipe.
So I discovered one very good recipe on a polish website. Did the cake twice and since it was always very yummy – I decided to share it with you guys.Continue reading “Butter pound cake recipe.”
Norwegian autumn poem.
Well, it’s a poem from Rolf Jacobsen that fits perfectly in this cold and cozy days. The translation is mine, so be aware.Continue reading “Norwegian autumn poem.”
Jazz & mouses in the attic.
… and other things that has been happening this month.Continue reading “Jazz & mouses in the attic.”
Trondheim – a colorful spot by the sea.
There are only couple of ‘very big’ cities in Norway and Trondheim with around 200 000 inhabitants is one of them. With beautiful colorful houses, lively atmosphere and endless amount of fine restaurants is definitely a good place to spend a weekend.Continue reading “Trondheim – a colorful spot by the sea.”
Otta – a ghost town.
I had a wish to visit Otta for quite a long time. Not because it’s a big city or very known, but because it’s surrounded by mountains, a river and is located quite close to the highest mountain Galdhøpinggen.Continue reading “Otta – a ghost town.”
The most important.
There’re couple of things more or less important but today I want to focuse on the most important ones.Continue reading “The most important.”
Book review – “En av oss: en fortelling om Norge”.
English title: “One of Us: The Story of Anders Breivik and the Massacre in Norway”. A controversial book, not because of the author, but due to the book’s content. How Anders Behring Breivik become who he is now and an attempt to answer the question: Why he did what he did?Continue reading “Book review – “En av oss: en fortelling om Norge”.”
There’re various types of uncertainty: insecure workplace, hesitant relationships, questionable payments, or even unstable health. We’re living in times where those things will be more and more common. However, are we prepared for that?
Misfortune – a poem.
A sleepless night that turned out into a poem.
If they would ask me: do you have plan B? Do you plan some universities, some schools or some moving out? I would say: no. I have to focus on what I have.
A free day, one of not so many, was covered with clouds (like many days this summer unfortunately) but we decided to still take a chance and go for a walk. We ended up on the top of a hill called Kjølabergstoppen.
We’ve moved out.
Again. But this time hopefully for longer than one year. I’m a person who moved out every year since I was eighteen, so I must say I have quite enough of that.
Running from the storm.
Warm and moisty days are for now over. One day came an unexpected thunder and took away all the heat, and also surprised us on a walk, which ended up in us running like crazy.
3 years on the blog.
Oh, how the time flies.
Hot & summery days.
It’s been a while, but for me, it seems like May was just a couple of days ago. It’s really shocking how the time flies, and suddenly we have full-blown summer.
May’s rain – a poem.
One day was just like I always loved: a warm, but not too hot, and little bit of rainy, with birds chirping in the background. May at its best.
In Oslo after seven months.
If there’s still someone wanting to read me (yeah I know, I’ve been away for almost 3 weeks), here are some pictures from our last visit in Oslo, I believe it was when the last post came out, beginning of May.
Sometimes it gets worse.
Before it can get any better.