Rooftop of the Opera of Oslo

Oslo, Norway. Yes it may seem out of the Silk Road, but that’s where I am right now, as I came for about 2 weeks to visit Sabrina’s family. I was looking forward to analyze this Wonder Country with my critical political eye, especially after having been constantly harassed by the Norwegian community of Montreal who brag so much about Norway.

Ah ha! It ain’t that different! I saw many very angry stupid people, just like douce France, and much complaining about almost everything. So I wasn’t that lost, except maybe for the fact that things are written in Norwegian everywhere… And in the bus from Sabrina’s father’s place I was the only non-viking looking, with my dark curly hairs, olive tan skin, Jewish nose and glasses (no one wear glasses here, it’s all about contact lenses) and I felt very much like everyone was staring at me. But it was probably because we were speaking English. Yes.

Yet it is good to be back to Europe, where drinking cafe or beer in a sunny terasse in the middle of the day is an art. We had many walking tours in Oslo Sentrum which is not that big, I met all the members of my step-familly, I got rained away, I went hiking in the forest surrounding Oslo and encountered all the sporty freaks (any normal Norwegian spend 10 hours per day working out in sport gears worth thousands of dollars – or kroners actually), I paid 7$ for a city-bus ticket, and I ordered an espresso in Norwegian. Wonderfull. And there shall be soon more histerical experiences to relate here…