The Suhinins episode 2
Day 4: Sunday
Since I thought dad would love to see my university, I took him there. And then we walked till we stopped. Also, we found a good illustration for "Stockholm is a city of contrasts":
Father approves. University area. Another proof that students are secretly pinkos.
I don't really know who that Svante Arrhenius person is (your wikipedia is as good as mine in case you're curious), but according to dad, he's Serious Business.
Then I was put into a series of photos called "Tanja's everyday school life" for grandmother-cheerupping purposes.
This is how I go to school.
This is how I go from school.
This is just a photo of school so that you all die of jealous. My school buiding used to be a school for people who'd work with woods, so we have an amazing park and stuff. REALLY pretty. Too bad it's bohring at wintertime and we're not there at summer.
We have all kind of trees that grow in our climate around school. Including apple trees that dad, being from the countryside and all, had to test. Dad approved. There were also hazelnuts, but they weren't quite interesting yet.
1 Pick up apple
2 ...
3 PROFIT!
OhdidImentionwehavealaketoo?
We craved coffee and shade after school sighteeing, but all the school cafes were closed because of SUMMER SUNDAY. So we walked to Ritorno. And then to Kungsholmen. S:t Eriksbron blows.
So. I took dad to Fredhäll. It's the functionalistic area I posted about before. Dad immediately changed his mind about wanting to live in the picturesque Söder area and took more pictures of Fredhäll than of the Pride parade. Squeaking "the houses are all different".
We walked back to the DN house. There was a parking lot
and art
We walked by the Unique Water Mirror Of Stockholm-side and then across Kungsholmen.
they see me rollin
they hatin
We took a lot of pictures. A snake dropping poison into a cup is a symbol of medicine and pharmacy widely used in Russia. It is also known as "mother-in-law eats ice-cream".
THE VIKINGS STOLE OUR COLUMNS!
Dear Swedes.
You thought you were so clever when you shrunk the stolen columns and hid them in an otherwise perfectly neutral romantic-nationalistic house, BUT WE'VE FOUND THEM SO BRING THEM BACK!!!
No love.
/Corinth
Not that these are proper corinthian columns or anything, but they look TOTALLY out of place there. And they are TINY. They totally look like someone was trying to hide them.
And then we bought oranges and went home.
Since I thought dad would love to see my university, I took him there. And then we walked till we stopped. Also, we found a good illustration for "Stockholm is a city of contrasts":
Father approves. University area. Another proof that students are secretly pinkos.
I don't really know who that Svante Arrhenius person is (your wikipedia is as good as mine in case you're curious), but according to dad, he's Serious Business.
Then I was put into a series of photos called "Tanja's everyday school life" for grandmother-cheerupping purposes.
This is how I go to school.
This is how I go from school.
This is just a photo of school so that you all die of jealous. My school buiding used to be a school for people who'd work with woods, so we have an amazing park and stuff. REALLY pretty. Too bad it's bohring at wintertime and we're not there at summer.
We have all kind of trees that grow in our climate around school. Including apple trees that dad, being from the countryside and all, had to test. Dad approved. There were also hazelnuts, but they weren't quite interesting yet.
1 Pick up apple
2 ...
3 PROFIT!
OhdidImentionwehavealaketoo?
We craved coffee and shade after school sighteeing, but all the school cafes were closed because of SUMMER SUNDAY. So we walked to Ritorno. And then to Kungsholmen. S:t Eriksbron blows.
So. I took dad to Fredhäll. It's the functionalistic area I posted about before. Dad immediately changed his mind about wanting to live in the picturesque Söder area and took more pictures of Fredhäll than of the Pride parade. Squeaking "the houses are all different".
We walked back to the DN house. There was a parking lot
and art
We walked by the Unique Water Mirror Of Stockholm-side and then across Kungsholmen.
they see me rollin
they hatin
We took a lot of pictures. A snake dropping poison into a cup is a symbol of medicine and pharmacy widely used in Russia. It is also known as "mother-in-law eats ice-cream".
THE VIKINGS STOLE OUR COLUMNS!
Dear Swedes.
You thought you were so clever when you shrunk the stolen columns and hid them in an otherwise perfectly neutral romantic-nationalistic house, BUT WE'VE FOUND THEM SO BRING THEM BACK!!!
No love.
/Corinth
Not that these are proper corinthian columns or anything, but they look TOTALLY out of place there. And they are TINY. They totally look like someone was trying to hide them.
And then we bought oranges and went home.