They do it in every position

It's still taking me some adjusting to see and hear weirdly behaving people in the streets of Hel.

One day while in the tram, I saw a girl outside leaning heavily forward, carrying a cello on her back and covering her ears with her hands wrapped in thick gloves.

Was she showing her existential anxiety like in Munch's painting 'Scream'?

'Stop the noise, I want to get out of this world.'

It took me a moment to realize she was only talking on her cell, covering her other ear to hear better.

Then there are all the people filling the beautiful, solitary, potentially silent moments walking on the shore and in the parks - by talking on the phone. And they do it while riding their bikes. And there's the guy walking around in circles in front of my window, holding a ciggie in one hand and a cell in the other.

I'm only killing the sounds of nature with my iPod headphones.

Unleashing the spring bambies

Happy red flag, and a new (at least new to me) quirky way to keep those little cycling bambies tied to their parents.

The basket ball field in front of our home was invaded by crowds of other type of bambies once the snow was gone a couple of weeks ago. Now that we have full daylight till 9 pm, jumping and playing gnomes and giants hop around all night long.

With 12 degrees today, I ain't no complainin'.

No more skiing on ice

It took a bleedin' while to get it started, but when the ice got going, it was completely gone in a few days. Pack yer skis and get ready for swimming with dolphins.

The pic above was taken in mid March, the one below a month later.

Now, we just need a few leaves to go with these birches. Impatience is a noble act. Glue and green paper, anyone?

TV humour

A while ago, I happened to see a brief interview with Martin Gore of Depeche Mode on tv here in Hel. The young lady interviewing finished the interview by asking Gore what the motto of Depeche Mode is (!). Gore rolled his eyes for a while and then replied: 'We fear change.'

Poor girl stared back with a stern face. The irony of Hel.

They want us so bad

I should try to remember that before they place the telepathy chip in my brain, no one can read the blog postings I have planned in my head. What a lazy ass I'm with my blog.

Nine months in the application process and unexpectedly back in Hel, we received a luvly letter from the other side of the ocean saying they'd be happy to give us the permanent residenceship. Whooopeeee! If only we'd figure out a way to use it wisely.

April sleet ain't good enough a reason to flee this techy country. Besides, all my fave bands are performing in Hel in April and May. Sorry Canada, you have to wait.