So we don’t forget the warmth of summer.
Summer in the city, I’m so lonely lonely lonely I’ve been hallucinating you, babe, at the backs of other women And I tap on their shoulder and they turn around smiling But there’s no recognition in their eyes Regina Spektor: Summer in the City
Memories of Scandinavia; summer 2008. It was a really grey day, and we were about to embark on a journey to Paris.. Ci sono cose che pesano, pesano, pesano Ci sono cose che schiacciano Oh no, cresco eppure m’abbasso, chilometri in giù, chilometri più giù Colpiscono un cuore di piombo Verdena: 17 Tir nel Cortile
June 2008. Bergen, driving up through fjords, past Christiansund, to Trondheim and then back down through Hedmark to Lillehammer, sleeping in cabins, talking to no one.
I lived in Norway for 14 months. It was amazing; one of the best decisions I ever took in my life.