AIK-Peking 5-2

I don't like football. I didn't watch the CL final yesterday. I couldn't care less. I like AIK and the substandard Swedish league. I could intellectualize about it but I won't. I walked the four hundred metres home a winner tonight. That's all.

Room with a view

'I heart this', she would say as if the word 'love' was somehow too holy to be mentioned. I thought of Judaism and the prohibition to pronounce God's name. In some strange way she had put love in the place of God and thereby made it too sacred to realize in words. Had she lost the ability to love thereby? I don't know, I did not stick around long enough to find out but many years later I'm having breakfast with my children. The sun just stretches over the tall blue building in front of us and I stop mid-bite into a bowl of Weetabix with black honey and think: 'I heart this place...'

Blue Hill (Hagalund, Solna) view from a kitchen window

First entrance

Hagalund, Solna.
The hardest part of this blog is to keep it personal. Not private but personal. In some way that I haven't figured out yet, this blog is as an important part of my research and the move to Egypt as anything. On the surface I'm supposed to be conducting a study on the change of a traditional rural society after the Egyptian revolution, on the other hand I'm starting an experience on myself. Can I cope? How will rural Egypt affect me and my family? I think that is the main part of this blog. It is a diary of some sorts. To help me understand how I will change as my social milieu changes.

My wife and two children are leaving on July 2nd. I'm leaving around the 23rd of July.