Putting your life into small boxes
Moving. I realize that somehow I’m not the same guy that moved into this flat a couple of years ago. The other guy had some strange clothing. And must have been obsessed with literary theory and history qualified by weight only :-(
I think I’d better dump the ugly clothes somewhere, but he will kill me, if I throw away his books. So I will just continue putting the belongings of someone else into these small cardboard boxes.
Hm. I wonder why he bought that 1939 A. Hitler book…
Tried to ask him, but the e-mails kept bouncing :-(
11. June 2003 kl. 08:42
Books are heavy and uncomfortable, but enjoyable beyond everything else (allmost).
How are you’r new urban habitat?
11. June 2003 kl. 10:13
http://krak.dk/scripts/kort/krakdk_kortvisning.asp?kk=866932503&vnr=81680&hnr=&pnr=2200&vejdata=dk_veje
65sqm, two rooms and shower in the basement.
And I’d prefer Nørrebro to Frederiksberg any day.
Hey Guys! Come around and help me move my stuff on sunday! 12:00 at my old place. I’ll buy some beers and as I haven’t got that much to move, it’ll be over in no time.
I Dare You All!
;-)
12. June 2003 kl. 22:17
I’d help you move, but i’m in L.A. packing up my own boxes…to move to Munich with computer type German (soon-to-be-because-it’s-illegal-in-this-country) wife. Keeping my philosophy and history books, that I will never really do much more with than open the cover and say ‘Look how little I paid for this book!’. Yes, moving to a town where Heinrich Himmler used to be chief of police…hmmmm. it won’t be like studying in Denmark (1979-80), living on
Ole Suhrs Gade with Esther, and quoting Lagerkvist in a design presentation…”I’m Boman, the man with one leg…” (the jury: Henning, Birgitte and Steen Steen the dancing machine, were NOT impressed).