Strange days are these...

...After all the adrenaline and almost living on steroids due to stress and over-excitement during the last three months, I find myself relaxed, EAZZZY, and unwilling to pick up a faster pace. I get up early in the morning for calls and emails. But then, if the racoon, the chinese rat and the long leg continue to slumber an hour or two later, I cannot resist paying them a visit in bed to enjoy their peaceful breathing.

I work, but without a hurry.

I think slowly, write slowly, respond slowly.

But I feel faster.

Is this just an illusion? Or, is it a result of what seems a crazy theory within our post-modern, ultra-urban, cybernetically defined reality? Joy , peace and even accomplishments are related to serenity.

"Don't stop me now...

I am having such a good time, I am having a ball"... That is the song which is glued to my brain since saturday, when the racoon and I had our 80 year b-day party... We started on thursday, by preparing space cakes, partied on friday night with a small group of early birds, and then REALLLLLLLY got wild on saturday. Sunday was a gentle closure, with the world cup final.

So, what happened at the Valle party?
1. Lots of people got together, despite really bad weather, and crushed the myth that rain can ruin any party...
2. Alcohol was flowing like a river...
3. People were dancing, singing and shouting like crazy...
4. Playing...
5. On space cakes high...
6. Eating the most delicious chocolate cake ever...
7. Enjoying the nicest party setting ever...
8. Making out in the darkness...
9. Bending gender tags...
10. And just enjoying and loving each other...

If this is it, then the 40s promise to be a LOT of fun.

I am totally hooked...

...on Stieg Larsson's novels. I have the first two down, but now I am missing the third one, The Girl Who Kicked the Hornets' Nest, and I will have to wait til mid June to go to DC, buy it and read it in English.

It is strange how these books have made me think about pieces that I have wanted to conceal and have chosen to forget... All these Swedish settings just made me remember that I had my own nick name in Swedish, when I was a little girl. Lila Kik, they used to call me. I recognize some of the places mentioned, and images of those long summer nights in Sweden flash back. Vati would have devoured these novels! Mutti would have hated them.

Even when we choose not to acknowledge it, we are the inevitable sum of our histories, be it personal history, family history or genetic history. I have always believed that we can erase parts of it, conceal them, because I became used to reinvent myself every time I would feel tight in my own skin. I hadn't realized that now that life is no longer a dark place, it might be interesting to revisit those rooms I locked off a long time ago.

Mmmmmh. Thinking about it...