white
calm
pointed roofs like in fairy tales
paradise.
The first thing I saw was the snow.
entire city covered with snow. The roads, cars, lakes, even people.
There was snow everywhere.
and immediately began to snow even in my thoughts, and so the roads, cars and traffic in my house are gone, in yards and yards of white snow.
I met the first Erasmus already at the airport in Oslo, where I waited for the flight to Bergen.
I sipped a cup of tea 'hot even on a plane by 50 seats, one of those old-fashioned, with the propellers.
And the windows you could see the fjords. The fjords. Fuck.
What incredible sight.
E 'as if God had designed the mountains with a trembling hand, for fear of dirtying the waters north of the perfect world. And the result is a sinuous, low lying areas that dance on the beach, playing touch and then get follow.
I no longer breath.
And then the city, white, wooden houses, lakes, mountains.
a crib. A children's story, the kind where you live happily in the land of fairy tales.
And then the first red-tape, which are many here in Norway but also very fast.
So I have a room to Fantoft.
Fantoft means Paradise. But from the outside may seem a heaven for beggars, one of those havens of second-hand, where God only comes to visit on Monday and the angels are made of cardboard, attached to the walls dirty.
But it's a great haven, home to many sinners. Thirteen single rooms, all decorated in wood.
A cozy place, ultimately.
The type of the keys gives me the 352, 350 which is also said to me, but I can not explain why. He says only that there was half the casino. What perplexes me and makes me a bit of fear.
I open the door, which is also 352 350. I smell a sting on the nose with violence. It comes from the kitchen. Yes, because the rooms are singles, but the kitchen is shared, shared with another tenant.
Fried, Indian food to be precise. My roommate was Pakistani.
He welcomes me with a big smile and I prepare a cup of tea. Hot tea after a day of standing in the ice, there is something better?
Let's talk a little bit, he studied computer engineering. Did the master here, right now is writing the thesis.
It 's a smart guy, he sabotaged the sensors fire of his room to smoke whenever he wants. He offers me a Marlboro. I accept it gladly, even if they are not smoked.
We spend a great evening together, even in the company of another friend of Pakistan and some girls. I cook a couple of traditional dishes, delicious, not too hot for that ..
Today, universities.
Introductory lectures.
In an egg-shaped auditorium, all Wood, supported by tall pillars. Appears to be floating in the middle of the lobby of the Student Center. In perfect English
explain how the universities here in Bergen.
I know many boys, some Italians, many foreigners. They come from all over the world, China, India, France, Spain, U.S., Netherlands ...
are all more than ready to begin the semester here, all smiling and eager to meet new people. But all very tired for the journey they have faced. Day
intense, but rewarding. Finished with an Italian dinner that I cook and a friend of Bologna to return my roommate.
The beer costs so much. Everything costs so much. But I do not care. Here I really feel in paradise.
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