Part two of our weekend-journey to the astonishing, old, and surprisingly not-so-big capital Dublin.
7-am snow – a poem.
An attempt on wintery poetry.
Dublin, Ireland [1].
Ireland, (Éire in Irish Gaelic) is a big Island next to the United Kingdom, but it’s not a part of it. It’s important to remember that, because not everyone speaking English is actually from England and Irish people might find that offensive.
How many languages do I speak?
You could assume I speak English, maybe Norwegian but what else? Is it even worth to learn languages? What do I think about studying languages?
Welcome, November.
Or rather: welcome, winter.
October.
Short days, harsh rains and wind, the wind that blows without break, just breaking branches alongside its way.
Kvinnen forsvinner – a poem.
Another week, another poem. Enjoy!
Autumn’s rain.
A poem for the rainy days of October. First Norwegian (original), then its translation in English.
What to avoid when looking for a job in Norway.
All those tips are gathered from my own experience, and someone else’s experience could be exactly the opposite, so take that into consideration. Anyway, enjoy reading!
Continue reading “What to avoid when looking for a job in Norway.”
Nice [2].
Let’s not beat around the bush and just start part two. Enjoy!
