Category: Life

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Nice People

In the town of Borlange, whose motto is “Nice People”, the locals are uneasy about the large number of Somalis who seemingly don’t want to integrate. In steps Patrik Andersson, a local snakeskin-boot-wearing entrepreneur, who fervently believes that all this can be fixed with a simple game of Bandy –...

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Advent in Zagreb

It’s that time again – advent in Zagreb. Back when we arrived in 2013, there was one fairly small but cool Christmas market near the funicular. We went there each night to eat sushi (!) and drink beer and chat to the guy who ran it. He was from Syria...

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Keeping Croatia in the top 5

I learned this week that Croatia is in the top five alcohol consumers of Europe. The list looks like this: Truly, I’m surprised. C and I often talk about how rarely we see drunk people roaming the streets of Zagreb. It just doesn’t happen. As far as we can tell,...

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The burglar

We woke this morning to a white Zagreb. No, not snow, not yet. Just a foggy gauze which has surrounded the whole city, enveloping it. I imagine it must have crept down the mountain during the night, sneaking down streets and alleyways to enclose us completely. Our silent burglar, robbing...

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Put the light on

I used to live in a hostel, in London. I lived there for a year and a half, sharing a room with five boys. Double bunks, we had, in that small room. I had the top bunk by the window. I loved it. Below me was a young Australian man,...

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A mad marathon

It’s the time of year again when I walk down Ilica going “gosh it’s quiet, there aren’t any trams” and then realise that the Zagreb Marathon is on. I took a bunch of photos – most of which are shit because, as it says right there in my byline, I’m...

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Sorry, little guy

Facebook sure has its moments. Yesterday it showed me a picture of my tent, looking forlorn and lonely in a field. I’d posted it a year ago with the caption “I’ve been living inside this little guy for over four weeks now, but tonight’s the last night. Until next year,...

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Just one word

In response to my post yesterday my dad, who is a very wise person, suggested that a post a day was maybe too much. Why not just one word, he said? The word he chose was ‘teapot’. He couldn’t have chosen a word closer to my heart (except maybe for...

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Embracing failure

Just about every month, I don’t know why, but I determine that next month I’mma gonna post a blog post a day. Well, I thought the same for October, and no surprises but it’s the 3rd and this is my 1st blog post. I don’t know why we decide to...

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Memories are made of

It’s so strange to think that a year ago I was hiking through Lincolnshire. It seems so long ago. One of these days I’ll get around to finishing telling those tales – there are still so many left to tell! As I walked, I kept a very tiny notebook and...