Not related to how I feel, just because it’s a great song which is following me since years…
I hurt myself today to see if I still feel.
I focus on the pain, the only thing that´s real.
The needle tears a hole, the old familiar sting.
Try to kill it all away, but I remember everything.
What have I become my sweetest friend?
Everyone I know goes away in the end.
And you could have it all. My empire of dirt.
I will let you down. I will make you hurt.
I wear this crown of thorns upon my liar´s chair.
Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair.
Beneath the stains of time the feelings disappear.
You are someone else. I am still right here.
What have I become my sweetest friend?
Everyone I know goes away in the end.
And you could have it all. My empire of dirt.
I will let you down. I will make you hurt.
If I could start again, a million miles away,
I would keep myself. I would find a way.
Is it possible to be a good friend or sister when being thousands of kilometers away? How can I be there for them? Just with a call? By chatting on Skype? Writing eMails? More and more I come to the conclusion that it’s hard. Of course it’s different. I know that. I moved to Berlin from Southern Germany for studying. But the last days showed me that it’s harder than expected, being there, as a good friend, a sister. Calls are expensive, worlds are different. And the moments we have together are affected by high expectations which sometimes cannot be met.
I start having doubts about the quote:
Friends are like stars in the sky: often you cannot see them, but it’s good to know that the are there
A successful international conductor suddenly interrups his career and returns alone to his childhood village in Norrland, in the far north of Sweden.It doesn’t take long before he is asked to come and listen to the fragment of a church choir, which practises every Thursday in the parish hall. Just come along and give a little bit of good advice. He can’t say no, and from that moment, nothing in the village is the same again. The choir develops and grows. He makes both friends and enemies. And he finds love. Written by Sonet Film
Gabriella takes an attitude against her abusive and violent husband.
Daniel starts loving people and Lena as the love of his life.
Remembering times… Yesterday my friend told me, that he started playing Irish Music. More or less the same time, I saw pictures of Ireland (Cliffs of Moher, Dublin). Nothing special, yes, I love Ireland, I wanna go there, asap!
But now, 24hours later, things come to my mind: the goodbye with my best friend at a Irish Folk Night (Nobody Knows, a great band from Stendal!). I miss her, a lot! And I miss a lot of other friends, from Stendal, from my home town, from my great months in Graz, and also from the time in Sweden, who went back to their home countries. That’s the bad things about travelling. You meet people, sometimes you even don’t have time to really get to know them, but you feel that you could be close friends. And then time of goodbye is coming, generally much faster than expected. And then you don’t know if you gonna meet the people again. You really want to, but the luck is not always on your side. I don’t like this at all… And on the other hand I love travelling. Somebody once told me, that I should maybe get used to it, if I wanna continue the life I’m living at the moment. Maybe he’s right, but I’m still crying waterfalls when the period I shared with a person is over. And I know, these people are influencing my life. They have, sometimes without knowing, a huge impact on it, on how I continue after, and sometimes, people meet again. Unexpected. How else could I explain that I met a Mexican friend I met in Sweden in Graz again? Or how comes that I visited a friend from Bremen in Stuttgart? … I believe in this coincidence. Maybe the only thing which helps saying goodbye.
Thanks for those people! I don’t need to mention nams, those know that I’m talking about them. I’m happy having met you… Met in a dark tunnel, in iced water, few moments on a bike to Ursprung, or “just” at university!
Put Gnocchis in boiling water and let them be in there for few minutes till they come to the top. Get rid of the water, but cinnemon-sugar around the Gnocchi and put them in a low level caaerole. Drain the cherries. Mix kvark, eggs, cornflour, vanille sugar, sugar, lemon peel, almond chips, cinnemon and cherries. Spread the mixture over the Gnocchis. Add butter on top and put everything for 45-55minutes to the warm oven with 175-200°C till the top is starting to get brown. Dredge powdered sugar over it. Can be served with hot vanilla sauce.
I’m happy: the sun is shining, I’m finally happy about the structure of my thesis (thank you so much, Cordel!), it’s weekend again and I’m gonna go to Västerås soon, meeting with my Finnish friend, maybe with a Spanish friend from last year,… I know that we’re going to Berlin soon, meeting Jens again, and I’m gonna meet my best friend soon… 19 days!!!
It’s a good day today and I’m motivated to continue writing my thesis now! So let’s do it!
And I hope, some of you out there also gonna have a great, great day!!! Henkel, you specially, grattis på födelsedagen again!
Coincidence: I opened Spotify. For those who don’t know it: it’s a Swedish programm to listen online to millions and millions (so gazillions) of songs. And I saw bandnames in the last search, which I didn’t look for… I think… But never be to sure! Maybe I did or my big music inspirator recommanded it to me.
I started listening to Laakso, a Swedish indie pop band, located in Stockholm, so HERE! And I liked them so much. Sometimes singing in Finish, but mostly English. And because I’m finally gonna meet my Finish friend tomorrow, I decided to show their Finnish song Loista Laakso (= Great Valley). But it’s not available on youtube. So another one:
Mix the flour with salt and yeast and add olive oil and water. Knead it till it’s not sticky anymore. Kontinue kneading for a while (if it’s sticky, add flour). Form one round piece of it and put it to a warm place to grow (for 20-30 minutes). After: Put it to a backing tray, add smashed tomatos, dry basilicum, salt and little pepper (not to strong for the kids). Then put falukorv, mushrooms, corn and last but not least cheese (let the kids decide) and put the pizza to the oven till the cheese is melted.
I love baking cakes, I sometimes like to cock, at the moment I have to cook every day for three hungry kids (and sometimes I’m very uncreative), I love eating, and sometimes I try new things… And now I decided to upload some recipes here…
First one coming on Friday probably… You can be anxious to it!
It is International Dinner Time in Hülphersgatan again. First nation cooking: Turkey (with a little help of their German friend). And it was incredibly delicious, even though I felt sorry for the family, where I went to the day after due to the tonnes of garlic inside everything. But enough of talking, here’s the menue:
Acılı Ezme: salad of choped tomatos with onions and green herbs (and of course a lot of garlic)
???: some kind of the turkish version of the greek tzatziki without cucumbers but mint instead
Ali Nazik: choped meat with tomatos on eggplants in yogurt
all served with Turkish rice and bread
Muhallebi and Keşkül: two milk deserts (Served with vanilla icecream)
and after, of course: Türk Kahvesi (Turkish coffee)
Cansu and a pizza we prepared last year
me, cooking 
