Yay. Lots of snow. But just a little snow storm, if I want to just watch in silence Helsinki? Well, you bring wintry already quite happy with Finland somehow related. Also, I have finally proved that my camera is robust, as always tell everyone:
Furthermore there's the weather Despite a ... well ... Christmas Parade? The exact purpose of this little move I did not understand, but sometimes I watch who I've discovered:
still a little bit of Finnish education complacent? Just take a German, Swedish or English word and sometimes hangs a-i turn back. This should in most cases sufficient. The barbecue shack is, for example, "Grilli, the salami" Mettwursti.
And in Finland it is looked at strangely if you order a glass of wholesome milk. The waiter asked 3 times for what I want. "Pepsi?" - "No, one glass of milk, please? "-" What? Do you want Pepsi? "-" No, just one glass of milk, please. "-" Milk? Oh ... mhh ... yes, ok. "Here the proud hunter with his prey (by the way inferior UHT milk with low fat content. Apparently, the Finns are just as incapable as the Swedes to sell milk with more than 3 percent fat. In this case, it tasted after 0.5 percent milk Yes, something there is really):..
Next are photos from the wintry Helsinki here <-.
And while we're on the subject Photos are: Sometimes I can even bring themselves to get up pretty early in the morning even though I laughed at. would, because I go out at 6 to photograph around Stockholm in the early morning in the snow. ("Oh, that can not even make this evening or tomorrow or something."). Good thing I have it done anyway, one day later was seen by the snow out of mud puddles any more diverse. The images for which I sacrificed my well-deserved sleep, there are here <-.
A little culture? This time it's a major Swedish writer August Strindberg good. A truly impressive man his contemporaries must have seen the same thing because eventually they moved each occasion of his 60. and 63 Birthday in a torchlight procession through Stockholm to honor him. He waved goodbye to friendly from the balcony. And when the bad conservative Nobel Prize committee refused to give him the Nobel Prize, the Swedes gathered unceremoniously across the country 45 000 crowns (a truly impressive large amount of money) and they gave him an "anti-Nobel Prize". How do I know all this? I have finally managed to visit the Strindberg Museum what I wanted since a long time. In this residential tower in the heart of Stockholm, the good Lord had established domestic Strindberg at the end of his eventful life. And its original furnishings including flat was converted into a museum. Even the things on his desk are still in the same meticulous order in which the master has to be brought before his death. Be an odd feeling of standing at the deathbed of this great man, and in his work but I had to rush off smooth a tear in the middle of the books and manuscripts of probably the most important Swedish author. At the next opportunity I will also take part in a tour of his private library.
Speaking private library ... my love of books will drive me again to ruin. Because the museum sees itself as part antiquarian bookshop, the works by and about Strindberg, both used and new, at incredibly good prices hawks. Some of them now have their place in my bookcase found. Moreover, Stockholm has a very active bookseller culture, say, can be purchased at almost every corner next to nothing books. Can somebody please hold me? And hide my wallet? And tell me when it's time to Sweden to turn back, pick up a truck?
Finally, a little out of my daily life. Oh, how lovely but I was awakened this morning. What is still the same as the little brother of the pneumatic hammer, chisel with which one tile from the walls? The harmonic noise of such a device was I certainly awoken this morning. Obviously, in the room above me renovated the bathroom. I sincerely hope that this is no Swedish workers were obliged, for then takes the renovation of a small (approximately 4 square feet) bathroom like 8 times over (acht!!) Weeks.
So, tomorrow we go to Lapland. I have a ski pants, heavy boots with spikes, other warm clothes and a thermos. I can not do anything.
Had you well!
Michi
