Our friend lost her identity after an extensive lifesaving brain operation. She used to be a successful lawyer. Can she get her identity back? Can she get an identity? Can she get whatever it takes to feel joie de vivre as she once used to? Can we do anything to help? We have to. Since … Continue reading Every day. Life.
Due to the myth that North Mallorca should be avoided during the winter because of nasty rain, has Alcudia beach been going through a metamorphosis since the end of October. From seven kilometers of overcrowded beach have a nature reserve emerged. A three star paradise nearly for our exclusive use. Once again we are overwhelmed … Continue reading Join our paradise!
We landed on a holiday resort with a seven kilometers long beach with soft white sand. We landed on a perverted mass touristic machine that swallows milliones tourists every year. It is far away from being a peak season. Yet I stumble over nearly naked sunbathing and more or less brilliantly sunburned foreigners as soon … Continue reading What a life!
After resting a week at the very same place we pack our things and drive towards our homeland. Yet the road trip is over. Golden red Autumn leaves take my breath away. But the coldness kills me. We have in mind a trip to a warmer place than Sweden. It is late evening. Our flight … Continue reading Fall in love
we vanished away in our gray car. Long away from L. We travel. Each day is unique. One day we hike on a mountain with generous forest and lawns and stay on a little guest house with an elderly caring host couple whom you fall in love with on first sight because they care so … Continue reading We fly away
It is morning in our gray car. We are still red eyed after a nearly sleepless night in a student apartment with dishes with smelly leftovers all over and accentuating creepy feeling of having to gasp for fresh air. We leave the apartment before sun rise. As L calls we are two hours drive … Continue reading We vanish away
They have taken away one third of L:s brain. The brain tumor has been removed. The operation was successful, L survived. But how did she survive? Good or not good? On the phone she did not sound good. Like she was giving up life. Like she lost not only the ability to remember things perfectly, working hard … Continue reading The last day with L?