the little supermarket ICA got a sign "-25% på alle varer". hm, on everything. the shop closes for reconstruction in few days, so the shelves are more than half-empty.
I have a week of partying with my buddy group, so I have to buy more than one can of apple cider. grabbed a 6-pack. checked out the price - 200 kroner. oiii. but if it is -25%, I actually save 50 kroner. not bad. paid. hm, I expected to pay less. checked the receipt - the lady charged me the normal price. WTF?
went to the sign, read it again. the little letters at the bottoms said: "not for alcohol, tobacco and medicines". lesson: ALWAYS READ LITTLE LETTERS AT THE BOTTOM!
torsdag 19. august 2010
onsdag 11. august 2010
One Rainy Day
Today I got the feeling that I died and saw the hell.
But before I just looked out of the window into the gloomy rainy day, and realized that summer moved on. Only on 11th of august when temperature in my home town in Ukraine holds at +40 the whole week and there are forest fires all over Russia. In Norway from now on it is only autumn. Maybe, with some sunny days, but still. In Barcelona there was autumn look in the shops, even if there was +30 outside. Here in Oslo the autumn look is already taking the streets, and I start to think of packing my summer things away. Sad.
As my Facebook status I wrote: “saving the rainy day with Latino music and a red skirt”. Went out with iPod in my ears and red umbrella. Got on the subway and felt the breath of winter. All the signs were there: bleached faces, depressed eyes. Suddenly all the features of Norwegian culture were explained by this weather. The skeptical mouth twist of grown-ups, the habit of not meeting the eyes on the street (because all the deal is to watch your way and get safely through the rain), the rich number of iPods on the subway – because music kills a bit of depression, and fills in the dullness of the day. The dress code: rain boots, huge jackets, sport pants and shoes. Of course, it is much easier to look nice when the sun is shining, but try to keep style when rain gets into your shoes. Today my ballerina shoes were full of water, my legs and feet wet – so in this battle the red skirt has lost. Next time I wear rain boots, because being pretty and wet is no fun.
I was at the buddy workshop today, and we were talking about what we can teach international students about Norwegian way of life. What puzzled me most: Norwegians say that internationals must be taught about Norwegian way of drinking and that many foreigners get shocked by the extent of alcohol consumption in Norway. Well, this is clear too. What do you do when the weather sucks the most of the year, everything is so expensive and there is not so much to do than buy some bottles and throw a home party? But still I thought that Russia is famous for drinking – well, I find out that Scandinavia beats even Russia in this thing.
Getting on the bus, cold and wet, I do what people here do: don’t meet the eyes, plug in headphones into my ears, try to ignore the water streaming down the bus window. Now I wonder: what is weather going to be like next week when I have to take my buddy group around the campus and city? And what do I want to teach them about Norwegian way of life – and what to be silent about and let them discover by themselves?
But before I just looked out of the window into the gloomy rainy day, and realized that summer moved on. Only on 11th of august when temperature in my home town in Ukraine holds at +40 the whole week and there are forest fires all over Russia. In Norway from now on it is only autumn. Maybe, with some sunny days, but still. In Barcelona there was autumn look in the shops, even if there was +30 outside. Here in Oslo the autumn look is already taking the streets, and I start to think of packing my summer things away. Sad.
As my Facebook status I wrote: “saving the rainy day with Latino music and a red skirt”. Went out with iPod in my ears and red umbrella. Got on the subway and felt the breath of winter. All the signs were there: bleached faces, depressed eyes. Suddenly all the features of Norwegian culture were explained by this weather. The skeptical mouth twist of grown-ups, the habit of not meeting the eyes on the street (because all the deal is to watch your way and get safely through the rain), the rich number of iPods on the subway – because music kills a bit of depression, and fills in the dullness of the day. The dress code: rain boots, huge jackets, sport pants and shoes. Of course, it is much easier to look nice when the sun is shining, but try to keep style when rain gets into your shoes. Today my ballerina shoes were full of water, my legs and feet wet – so in this battle the red skirt has lost. Next time I wear rain boots, because being pretty and wet is no fun.
I was at the buddy workshop today, and we were talking about what we can teach international students about Norwegian way of life. What puzzled me most: Norwegians say that internationals must be taught about Norwegian way of drinking and that many foreigners get shocked by the extent of alcohol consumption in Norway. Well, this is clear too. What do you do when the weather sucks the most of the year, everything is so expensive and there is not so much to do than buy some bottles and throw a home party? But still I thought that Russia is famous for drinking – well, I find out that Scandinavia beats even Russia in this thing.
Getting on the bus, cold and wet, I do what people here do: don’t meet the eyes, plug in headphones into my ears, try to ignore the water streaming down the bus window. Now I wonder: what is weather going to be like next week when I have to take my buddy group around the campus and city? And what do I want to teach them about Norwegian way of life – and what to be silent about and let them discover by themselves?
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