Pas le pouvoir. Pouvoir tout court. J’ai eu une conversation avec chéri il y a quelques jours. Je lui ai expliqué à quel point j’avais envie de partir. Pas de le quitter. Partir tout court, à l’autre bout du monde. Parce que je suis comme ça. Parce qu’il me vient le besoin viscéral des oiseaux…… Continue reading Pouvoir, c’est fort.
I am in Kastrup’s airport… Not for long. I had a nice trip over to Casablanca. Just like I remembered, being trapped in that metal flying cigar was soothing. Almost seven hours of carefree looking out the window and wondering… The stars shone, their light dimmed out slowly and the sun rose. We landed in…… Continue reading Go back home!
I have killed the last few hours in Pierre Eliot Trudeau Airport preparing drafts for the days to come. I have a feeling I will not take as much time on my tablet once on the other side of the ocean… And even then, I probably won’t have access to wi-fi all that much. So…… Continue reading I’m leaving on a jet plane…
Yesterday night I decided enough was enough! I got home a little after midnight, dropped my coat, my scarf and my mittens, sat on the couch and decided enough was enough. I had done enough overtime in the last past year, had seen my desk way enough hours, taken enough calls, been yelled and cursed…… Continue reading Enough…
« Do you mind preparing your sandwich yourself today? I have too much trouble breathing» he said sitting on the couch. No I don’t mind. I do mind though that making a tuna sandwich is too much of an effort, and that obviously, though I insisted, he will not go to the clinic just yet. If he…… Continue reading Evening in Odense…
I woke up early this morning, which isn’t like me. I already knew it would be a weird day. As I sat with my tablet, like others take the newspaper, I noticed the sorrow that had been in my throat since I had opened my eyes. I shed a tear, than another… Tears are like…… Continue reading I had a walk in Svendborg…
I called the bank today to check on my accounts, and it is pretty sure I won’t buy myself a plane ticket for Copenhagen in the next few days… (I hear the sigh of relief among Danes from here) It is just unfair… There’s gotta be a (better) way. I enjoy tv shows about…… Continue reading How to get to Denmark, the brainstorm…
My brain works in mysterious ways… OK, stating the obvious, I know. I have a large collection of DVDs. But if I am zapping around one late evening, and I fall on the (very long) movie Camille Claudel, I will watch it until the last minute. I have the movie, I can watch it any…… Continue reading Show it to me…
Getting interested in another country is a lot of fun. Even if you don’t have the budget to fly over, or train by (I know, it doesn’t exist), you still can travel in your head. Some people shouldn’t try it though, because with liking a foreign country (even worst if you get to the big…… Continue reading Tips about liking elsewhere…
I am not an autograph chaser… never been. When we went to Toronto last October, I brought my latest Mew album +- along, just as a lucky charm. I wasn’t expecting to meet with any member of the band. At the very last minute, just before getting seated in front of Lee’s Palace, I…… Continue reading Good memories…
Cyranny's Cove 