Hotell Sirius Kristianstad
Vaestra Boulevarden 35 Kristianstad, Skåne, 291 31, Sweden
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A Swedish Christmas, on Christmas Eve
... phone for free. On top of that it was a semi outdoors station and even the light breeze was chilling and the snowflakes felt like small sharp razor blades. They fluttered down from the useless roof like tiny glittering diamonds but stung the face if you were foolish enough to look up. I huddled near a bench with my luggage. I was exhausted from my cold and traveling but it was warmer to stand. I couldn’t understand what the announcements were ...
Second Glass
... and searching. The piles are articles documenting her career as a musician and musical entrepreneur – shows, promotional pieces, projects she has helped pioneer – and she has deemed it the right time to scrap book them.
As she turns pages I move through the kitchen, stacking the dishwasher, wiping down the benches – this feels calmly familiar. Maria hits her first snare when she keeps discovering papers with no noticeable article amongst them. ...
Day One For Glass
... the bulbous glass shape bulging in a steel cage. She makes it look easy, as none of use can comprehend how that much glass can be held at one end. I’m reminded of Dan from Kosta, who was obsessed with everything being big. The bigger the better. I’ve seen photos of him at work - again I have trouble comprehending how you control this much molten lava on the end of a stick. Elna’s assistant moves without needing to be told what to do, this must be routine by now ...
With Table In Tow
... area adjoining the stables for animals and eventually the studio and shop. Most of the work since moving in has been on the studio, the only remaining original piece of which is the windows and frames. The roof has been replaced with corrugated iron, the remains of the old can be found around the back of the house.
So of the rest of the afternoon this is where I live. I plug in Cursive and block out everything else, stacking the pieces into different ...
The First Last Day and the Road
... growing in it that he can tell. It’s like a code, similar to the birdcalls. One can tell what’s underneath from what sits on top. This man blows my mind.
We head up to the lookout a name that translated mead Giant’s Head, as the flow of the mountain range is meant to look like a sleeping giant. Deer dart away into the undergrowth as we ascend the wooden steps to the top, seeing only a handful of people on our way.
The view at the top is ...
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