The Susanne

In the week since I fin­ished my essays I have done noth­ing con­struct­ive. Well, to tell the truth I did read The Tem­pest last Tues­day but hey, that’s almost a week ago. I’ve since partied, been to the Andy Warhol exhibit, impro­vised an Obama party before head­ing to the ‘actual’ elec­tion night party which was hosted by Repub­lic­ans, had count­less cof­fees at count­less cafés, met up with an old friend and made a few new ones, dis­cussed Kafka with a real German, skipped and jumped around listen­ing to silly girly music, been ridicu­lously drunk, excru­ci­at­ingly hung over, suffered insom­nia and lost my appet­ite. And I’ve not had this much fun in a long, long time!

Yes­ter­day was windy and rainy and cold. I really wanted noth­ing more than to stay in, but I was rest­less from the week of doing stuff all the time — I sup­pose I’ve become spoiled? — and I some­how found myself on a bus head­ing down­town to meet Stian for coffee. As the bus went through an inter­sec­tion a gust of wind blew a girl’s umbrella right out of her hands and towards the bus right beneath my window. I watched, enthralled, per­haps in the way you really can’t look away when you drive past  the site of a car acci­dent because even though you don’t want to look you just have to — I was so curi­ous to find out what would happen when the umbrella went under the bus, but at the same time I felt incred­ibly bad for the girl who was about to have her umbrella run over by a bus. But then, in the split second when the umbrella was about to dis­ap­pear under the bus some­thing incred­ible happened: it was instantly blown right back into the girl’s out­stretched arms, as if the bus had rejec­ted it and spit it out. Strange, right? I thought so, anyway.

The night before as Lis­beth and I made our way past the river Akerselva on the way to the tram stop, we noticed on the adja­cent lawn a group of ducks that had appar­ently rejec­ted the river itself as their nightly refuge and instead gathered on dry land. I took a snap­shot which scared them a little but I think it was worth it as I really think it came out pretty cool. Notice the flash reflec­ted in all their eyes and the fog in the fore­ground. Spooky! (You might have to zoom in on the photo to see it…)

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