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The river

domkyrkan vid ån

  gångväg vid ån   fika vid ån

ån från bro

  gåväg   sittplats vid ån

båtar

färja över ån

houses in the city

gamla hus vid ån

  bibliotek   1912

  maskroshus   hus på backe

gult och rosa

 

  gröna huset   galler

fabriker i centrum

rosa huset

  våningshus   vinden

the church

  domkyrkan   kyrkan med fåglar

wooden houses

trädgård

liten gård

inga garage

  lyran   syren

rosa med vita knutar

flowers

tvätt och träd

  blommor i trädet   dubbelt rosa

  smultron   blommor på torget

parks

  trappor   vackra berg

klippor

hägg och syren

solande folk

  hus i parken   solbänk

ljus i parken

Åbos simstrand

och mitt i allt

mitt hus där i mitten

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Through my windows I have heard:

A marching band walking past playing “I’m just a gigolo…” Somewhat inappropriate since they were followed by a long row of future football pros aged 7-13.

Someone playing music very loudly in their car. First I thought it was the neighbours that were having a party and enjoying some techno but no…

And some guys singing.

All this with my windows closed. It’s kind of impressive, especially when you consider that I’m living on the fifth floor.

But the walls are isolated as nothing I’ve ever experienced, it’s just that when you make a hole through them and cover that hole with glass, well…

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I seem to be humming the first song a lot!

And now I really have to wash the dishes!

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Hmmm, since my new place contains all of my old furniture it kind of looks like my old place…

ikoner

living room

desk

office

bedroom

på hyllan

library

hallway

closet

bathroom

Pictures of the kitchen will come later when I’ve washed the dishes and sown new curtains 🙂

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We’re having a lecture series at work. About animal imaging. And I came to the conclusion that I know nothing about it. And that you soon have to know way too much about computers to be a scientist.

One of the lecturers was from Gotenborg. He was a Chinese with a very obvious Swedish accent. Except for when he spoke quickly, then he had the typical staccato of a Chinese. 🙂

My landlady came to visit today. She works in a bank, and acts the part. Her husband came too. He was the one measuring my bathroom cabinet. I’ll hopefully get a new one since the lamp cover got burnt by the previous tenant. jej, I like new things!

Then I washed a machine of white clothing and baked a bread. Here is the recipe:

  • 3 1/2 dl rye flour
  • 3 1/2 dl flour
  • 1 1/2 tsp baking powder
  • 1 1/2 tsp baking soda
  • 1 tsp salt
  • 1 dl sesame seeds
  • 1 dl raisins
  • 1 dl sunflower seeds
  • 1 dl oatbran (havrekli)
  • 1 dl pinhead oatmeal (urvete)
  • 1/2 dl syrup
  • 4 1/2 dl sourmilk
  • 2 egg

Mix the dry ingredients. Whip the others in a separate bowl. Mix all together. Bake at 175 degrees Celsius for about one hour. (I took this recipe from a book and you can basically vary it at much as you like. You don’t need to use eggs, you can add some lingon berry jam or use any kind of seeds or nuts, it’s good either way)

I’m not used to this regular oven. It’s too quiet! With the hot-air one you could always hear that there was a bread baking.

It took me one and a half hour to read the blogs on bloglovin today – half an hour was spent singing along to the worship songs on Stina’s blog. Especially “Prince of piece”. Here is a sample (and the lyrics):

  • You are holy (You are holy)
  • You are mighty (You are mighty)
  • You are worthy (You are worthy)
  • Worthy of praise (Worthy of praise)
  •  
  • I will follow (I will follow)
  • I will listen (I will listen)
  • I will love You (I will love you)
  • All of my days (All of my days)
  •  
  • I will sing to (You’re the lord of lords)
  • And worship (You’re the king of kings)
  • The King who (You are mighty God)
  • Is worthy (Lord of everything)
  • I will love Him (You’re emmanuel)
  • Adore Him (You’re the Great I am)
  • I will bow down (You’re the Prince of Peace)
  • before Him (Who is the lamb)
  • I will sing to (You’re the living God
  • And worship (You’re my saving grace)
  • The King who (You will reign forever)
  • Is worthy (You are acient of days)
  • I will love Him (You are Alpha Omega)
  • Adore Him (Beginning and End)
  • I will bow down (You’re my Savior Messiah)
  • Before Him (Redeemer and friend)
  • You’re my Prince of Peace
  • And I will live my life for You

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     flagga1    flagga2

The Finnish flag, right outside my window.

utsikt1

View if you’re going to sell the place.

utsikt2

View according to my ears.

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My TV dependency has reached new levels.

When I moved in to my new flat I quickly came to the conclusion that they only support digi-boxes with cable function in this building. Crap for me since my box (50 euros I had to pay for it two years ago!) only functions with antenna.

With the excuse that I’m still paying my TV-licence and that my washing machine was so extremely cheap, I walked to the nearest Anttila to get myself a TV (so far I’ve only watched TV via my computer – with the help of a TV- and a digi-box of course).

There I realized that my apartment would totally fit a 26” flat screen. Unfortunately I can now tell you that a 26” box does not exactly fit into an IKEA bag. I therefore had to carry the box in a very uncomfortable position when walking all the way back home.

This is the route I took. And I tell you – I almost lost all faith in humanity – no one even asked if they could help me. Here I am, carrying a 15kg heavy box across town and no one even bothers ask how I’m doing. Or maybe it’s just that I look so incredibly strong…

Åbo

But I got it home and have thuroughly enjoyed it ever since. And about the size of the thing; in a home design program they would probably say that it’s the “focal point of the room” 😉

And today my faith in human kind was restored!

I had bought a bicycle basket at Anttila (a fantastic store by the way) but couldn’t really figure out how to get it screwed onto my bike. Or rather, I was standing contemplating how many screws I would have to unscrew to get the handlebars off it.

Then my neighbour came rolling into the garage on his motorbike and saw my troubled look. He reassured me that I wouldn’t have to undo any more screws and then tried to pull the handlebars off the bike. Easier said then done since the bike is probably 20 years old and has a wonderful patina of rust all over it. When after a lot of huffing and puffing he finally got it off he quickly went to get some oil, cleaning spray and some rags so that I could grease up the old thing and maybe get the handlebars back on the bike myself.

So after today I will not only be able to get my groceries home from the store but I will also be able to grease my bike chains.

How about that 🙂

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