One of my Google Plus friends reminded me of this wonderful part of my past – having tea with sugar cubes in Russian overnight trains. For some reason tea there tasted much better than at home. This is how it feels like:
Outside the blurry window, you see the wilderness of Eurasia -birch woods interchange the dark coniferous forests, as the train flies past old villages, overgrown cemeteries, making a deep, plangent hoot. Unstoppable – that’s what you are, sitting on a maroon leather seat, looking into the distance and discerning the creeping gloom of the night in the misty haze of unbridled fields.. The conductive metal of podstakannik, the tea glass holder, burns your fingers, so you only take small sips, before placing the crystal cut glass with amber colored liquid back on the small table next to the window. “Choo-choo”, the wheels say, the fresh breeze of air that is bursting into the cabin from the open window brings the familiar scent of native grasses, as the train heads east, and the sun waves it goodbye. Kind of like this: https://i.imgur.com/HDcTp69.jpgRead more »
Here is one of my favorite recipes by far and a very economical one too!
For apx. 15 stuffed peppers / or 30 halves you will need:
- 500 grams of ground beef 17% fat
- 200 grams of basmati rice
- 15 pepper fruits in different colors
- a handful of black olives pitted
- a handful of green olives pitted
- Half of a bottle of sun dried tomatoes cut in small pieces
- 2 big onions
- 100 grams of Goat Cheese
- Olive oil for frying
- Spice mix: 1/5 Herbs de Provence mixed with some Basil, Coriander, Peppermint, Chilli flakes, Salt, Pepper, BBQ mix, Paprika, Cinnamon
I’ve been trying hard to escape the meth infected apartment of mine, and therefore have been spending lots of time outside, particularly at the empty office at night (yes, I have become one of those people). On Sunday it was raining and thundering, and I was sitting with my wine glass all alone in the empty building, drinking my sorrows away. When the clock struck midnight, I decided to do a Tarot Card reading about a person in my life, who I call “The Stalker”, because he used to well, stalk me 😀 It’s a long, long story , so long that I’m writing a book about it, and it goes all the way back to 2007, where the whole thing started. I don’t know who the stalker is, ‘cause he’s always in the shadow, anonymously watching, but I have a very strong suspicion of who that could be.
Anyhow, I just thought I’d share this for fun, especially ‘cause I’m sure the Stalker is reading this now too…
So yeah, um… Stalker, this one is for u! U can probably recognize yourself in the cards, isn’t it amazing just how accurate this reading is?! I hope one day I will finally catch you red handed, u little bastard, and then you will no longer be an anon! Ha!
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So if you guys have been wondering where I have been all these weeks – I was home, having a very bad trip. Ever since I moved to my new place three months ago, I started experiencing a wide range of weird symptoms. It started of slowly: the head aches, the fatigue, the strange muscle weakness in my limbs, but after a couple of weeks the sickening sensations progressed it into a state of brain fog, nausea, shortness of breath, lack of ability to concentrate, dizziness, weird thoughts and general unpleasant feeling of being “on something”. At first I thought that I was tired, and that I needed some rest, and perhaps that there was something wrong with my new couch (lol, I know), but with time it became clear that this was something much more sinister. As soon as I would leave the apartment, I would instantly feel better, and all the strange “side effects” of spending time indoors disappeared within an hour. My friends and family noticed similar feelings of drowsiness when they came by, but none of them had it as bad as I did, since I was the one living there and spending so much time indoors.Read more »
Here is a chapter I have written for my upcoming book “Red Blooded Woman: Post Mortem” about an event that took place in my past.. its all true story, no fiction:)
Riding with rockers
I was walking home as usual from work that evening in the end of august 2008, wearing a cute, woolen coat that had a puffy skirt. When I got out of the train station I had an odd premonition, like someone was out there waiting for me, so my heart skipped a beat when I noticed a grey BMW driving past me really slowly. It was twilight, and there wasn’t that much traffic on the streets, so the BMW really stuck out, driving past me with a speed of 20 km/h, sparkling under the streetlamps like a silver fish under water. As I walked further, I noticed it reverse and drive past me again a few more times, circling around in a hawk like manner, affirming my initial feeling of being under some sort of weird surveillance. I just didn’t really understand why all these different cars were doing the same thing to me for months in a row. Where Roskilde people just extremely bored? And why were they observing me, instead of stopping to talk? I was racking my brain, trying to figure out the connection and there seemed to be none.
First there was an old red hatchback car, – I reasoned – then there were the taxis. There was also that pizzeria van…Read more »