The Fatigue Week


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The Swedish colors fluttered for our dear Crown Princess

Other bloggers report from their glamorous party weekends (I think, I wouldn’t even know since I barely read them) and I always communicate a work week summary instead. What does that say about me?

This week has been characterized by almost unbearable sleep deficit, reduced staff at the office and an emotional state that was lenaphilipssonesque. But it’s also been a week that included Ingrid, a great work event and has an upcoming visit from my little girl cousins!

Ingrid was here! Less than 24 hours but still. She arrived shortly before midnight with nothing but her tiny handbag. She knows I’ll have everything else for her, including a night gown that she already knows, “I want to purple one again, please”.

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It was the first time she saw my Dizzel place and she agreed that I need art above my sofa

This week was also the Crown Princess’ Birthday which was a perfect excuse to host an after work event for our young professionals. We wooed them with prinsesstårta, Princess cake, which worked very, very well – we were like four times as many people as usual. I named our intern Princess After Work Project Manager and he even flew the flag – you can imagine how pleased I was. Another thing that goes on his merit list (yeah, he reads this) is that he went to buy me yoghurt today and introduced me to Icelandic Skyr (instead of yoghurt) –  delicious! It seems to be a mix of German Quark and normal yoghurt. Also, anything Icelandic feels right these days, doesn’t it? Huh! 9aawufqvvf6ga



Wonderful is brief

In the metro:

In the metro:

What a day! It started with jumping out of bed into the bus in Stockholm, getting to the gate 5 minutes before departure and waking up again when the plane ruggedly touched down in Hamburg. Ingrid met me with heartshaped balloons and strike-anywhere-matches as a gift, and I met my godchild and family in my apartment where they had spent a Hamburg holiday weekend. But what happened before all this, in Stockholm, you ask. Well, I got to meet lots of awesome people on Saturday and Sunday. People who warm my heart, who serves an a source of inspiration, who make me feel at home.

After returning from the christening in Örebro, I joined my friend Angela who just moved back to Stockholm from Barcelona, and we took to Solna and our friend Mia’s new apartment. As we were eating dinner with Magdalena who joined me in a perfect spontaneos duet of “Han jobbar i affär” with phenomenal lyrics skills, the door bell rang again and surprise guest Andrea made her entrance. Such a delight to meet her again after 9 months (“a whole pregnancy”, as we both weirdly thought/said). Within minutes, she managed to turn the subject of the conversation to a new Swedish educational campaign about female genitalia. Magdalena immediately confronted us with the quiz “Snippskolan” and with united brains we managed to get 22 out of 22 right. (Challenge yourself and try to take the quiz, too!)

After this success, we tried to find out why Mia kept 64 sim cards (we counted!) on her kitchen table and I must assume she works for the secret service and must make sure her number can never be traced. Then, Magda who works within security as her side job right now, demonstrated her techniques to restrain people. Typical evening topics when we meet!


Later that night, we were invited to our former colleague’s party and even though it was on the complete other side of town, we travelled there. I was greeted warmly with a “Welcome home” and it wasn’t before 2 am that the sensible part of myself decided to return to my home base, Malin and her amazingly cozy bed.


From the reports I have gotten from friends, Sweden experienced a bad summer this year. That is why I am even more thankful that Stockholm has presented herself to me during all the days I spent there this summer with 25 to 30 degrees, even this time. Under clear blue sky, with a pleasant temperature, dry and breezy [basically, the opposite to Dizzel], I wandered with Andrea and Bianca across my dear Djurgården the next day, ate icecream on the yellow benches at Sergels torg with Julia, dined at Liljeholmskajen with Marita at night, met Malin’s brother on the stairs to the metro, and made a superquick stop at my French friends’. But underbart är kort (“wonderful [times] are short/wonderful is brief”), as the Swede says, and after 60 hours in Stockholm, I hurried to the bus. Now I’m looking to a potentially nearly as wonderful week’s vacation in Hamburg with IID (increased Ingrid doses).

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The lucky girls we are, the old-fashioned tram just stopped when we were at the stop. Always so nice to ride in that one!

The lucky girls we are, the old-fashioned tram just stopped when we were at the stop. Always so nice to ride in that one!


My loyal long-term friend Bianca.

My loyal long-term friend Bianca.

You will never be completely at home again, because part of your heart always will be elsewhere.
That is the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place.
(Miriam Adeney)