Stockholm. Still-life.

The worst thing about being a tourist is having other tourists recognise you as a tourist.

My father came to visit me and "Bam!" now I have tonnes of Stockholm pictures. Finally, I did it.

The City Hall - Stadshuset:

The Old Town + little bit of Södermalm and Kungsholmen:

The Baltic sea and somewhere out there is Estonia:

The Vasa museum - my most visited place in Stockholm. I opened the account in year 2000

I have no idea what I am talking about:

Strandvägen:

Kungliga Slottet - The Royal Castle. 

The Royal family does not live here, but tourists do not care:

Endless escalator:

Pool ükskõik:

My love, Gröna Lund waits me silently. We will meet each other on my birthday:

The Kastellet:

The sea is blue, the seaweed has not taken over:

Basically this indicates the beginning of summer:

Skansen:

When a tree branch fascinates you, then it is Ok: 

Lidingö, my home:

International vadšeidšei day.

Embrace yourselves, it is international vadšei-dšei day.

I guess I am all grown up now, since I received these flowers:

Furthermore today my little nephew has his first birthday and also his mother has a birthday (why not let's get crazy).

If only I could be home right now and enjoy the feast:

Lucy Rose at Debaser Slussen

Well, Lucy Rose concert was truly heartwarming. That was the second time for me to see her. This time was even better, because the lyrics have had time to sync in and hello, loud sing-along. One nice surprise was the warm-up band called Peter and Kerry, probably my most googled term this week.

Since I did not have a lot of cash on me, I approached Lucy just to buy her poster. I also told her that the concert was great and I really enjoyed her at Positivus Festival. Next I showed her the handband, that I am, yes, still wearing and she was so excited to see and hear about it. She added that it's one of her favourite places and who can blame her, it really is a nice festival. Also I tried to be a proper fan, thus we made a picture together. We look like sisters:

The light was really off to make good pictures there, so I will give you some memories from the past

http://wilmacircus.blogspot.se/2012/07/positivus-2012.html:

Peter and Kerry (I added loads of videos in the end of the post):

"Hej, it is not that cold outside. Look at me with my lace dress"

Actually I froze my balls off:

My birthday is coming up in May, on my list there is also Lucy Rose vinyl:

The little small girl, who was more than surprised that so many people came to see her. "We were really scared to come so far from home. We thought that nobody will show up". Swedes do not like to push facebook attend, hence only 25 people were "officially" attending:

Nordic style - stay classy and stay warm:

Ott was beyond nice to buy this tea for me. It makes my heart warn and cheerful:

I went little crazy with links. Right now I have my sweet music period, soon I will return to Blawan and other nasty men and women:

Moon brings out the best of us. (Rolling in the snow after sauna)

On Wednesday the moon was almost like this and radiated some weird yet amusing energy. Ott came by, as well as some other friends. I warmed up the sauna, which heated us so properly, that we were rolling in the snow (I am writing this with Adele's voice in my head). True spa treatment, but we did not want to be too healthy. Of course not. As a result we opened Estonian vodka, the ultimate amusement of life. 1 litre + moon + friends = johhaidii!

The view from the sixth floor, where I live:

First we drank quality tea and discussed the matters of life:

And then...

"Look, mother, I am in Sweden and I love it": 

As we managed to persuade Doug to sleep over at Lidingö, my inner Eastern-European ordered me to open the L.V. bottle, which my dear Ian sent me (Thank you, Tallinn).

The last sip:

The moment when you have your vodka spectacles on - the dress becomes see-through:

Integrating with the Finnish. Who said we do not get along? Gives us little gherkin and maybe you get a little smirk out of us. (but still, why Finnish police fuck Estonians?):

We managed to get a coat (puhvaika, yes) for the smokers that everyone may use.
Juho enjoys the 6th floor glamour.:

I will skip all the stupidity in between. You will just get that morning after photo:

Pleasant emotions need good music: 

Update together with rugby and anthems.

So, well I can finally return to my Stockholm life. The first steps here were quite depressing, because of the lack of sunlight and tonnes of snow. Ordinarily I would not whine about these things, but I guess England switched me to spring mode. 

Surprisingly I have classes to attend now and I stop by at uni almost three times a week. That's, like, a lot! The Image of Viking Age and Swedish History of Ideas -  the latter actually goes together with my curriculum. 

Also I am planning to go to Estonian after my seven month absence. My other half is playing at Tallinn Music Week, which gave me the reason to return to my sweet loveable Eastern Europe. I am looking forward to the ending of March.

Maybe you have recollections of running shoes, that I got for Valentines day? Basically they are serving me well, I picked up sports after three years or something. My scary Finnish neighbour took me to play Badminton and now all my muscles hurt like a bitch. Keeping up the good work

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I did not only move myself like a normal human-being, but I have started to enjoy watching sports with my friends at a cosy little Irish pub. I will show you, how I sat together with two Englishmen and like twenty Frenchmen in a same room, while Eng- Fra rugby game was on. 

tl:dr - High as a kite. My emotions right now:

Shameless timer picture with my friends in the background:

In that moment ze Frenchmen were rather pleased, but it was rather enjoyable how they eventually got their ass kicked by the English team:

Me, Ott, two Englishmen and all the rest were French:

God save the Queen:

Londiste

Taking the bus early in the morning and arriving to London six hours after that - bliss. I saw Manchester, Birmingham, Coventry and also got a massive pain in my spine.

Let alone the headache I got from London, which received me with open arms. Look at me, how whiny I am today.

The relationship with me and London is complicated, always will be. The year, when I got the taste of it, makes me look differently at it. If there would be no massive night life and that special person living in Dalston, it would not get excited at all. Although the thrill that I get as a historian is rather fun. 

The usual looking at remoteness and thinking about unicorns: 

As Ella lives almost around the corner from Brick Lane, then it was hard to avoid:

Never say never, maybe in the future:

Ghetto Circus:

Oh, well. I found my number randomly at Brick Lane:

London is a jungle, wild wild jungle:

We just walked to Liverpool street from Dalston:

Shining ass:

Cолёный огурец:

I could just ride on a bus the whole day long. The joy of retired people:

Päkapikk peidus - LOL at Shard:

Domes remind me of boobs, that is why I always take pictures of them:

We wanted to be intellectual and everything, so the easy way out was the Modern Tate. 

I am not sure if exhibition of John Heartfield's work has always been there and I have just missed it??

Luckily now I saw it and am very pleased:

You need sunglasses at night. First world problems:

Hipster warning:

My one and only Ella, she writes somewhatslightlydazed.co.uk/ and is just genuinely nice person with kinky habits. After my Mister left for home, we stayed up like until 4am, when it was time for me to head to the airport. Girl talk all the way. It was worth staying up like 36 hours in a row: 

Imma bird, imma plane:

Cotton sugar:

Probably above Denmark: