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New course and traffic chaos

I started the new course today and I went by public transportations which I normally don't.
I hate to sit crowded with people sneezing, coughing, talking in mobile phones or listening to MP3's so loud that everyone hears.

This morning, typically, there had been an electric error. Someone or something had teared down an electric cable of some sort on the line I go, of course. This meant that the trains were very late and when my train came I could just squeeze in before the doors closed. At the next station noone could enter and it was so crowded you could hardly breathe. I had to stand the whole way to Stockholm and we arrived just 5 minutes before my course started and I had a 15 min. walk. So of course I was late. But it didn't matter because I wasn't the only one. This morning also on the subway there had been a fire at Gamla Stan subway station and it was risk that things would explode so everyone had to evacuate. All this together with yet another train into town that also was out of order because of something created chaos in Stockholm. The ones who heard this on the radio before leaving of course took their car and the consequence? Yes, you're right traffic stood still. As I said, chaos.

Finally at the course I had one former workmate in the same group as mine and apart from us there was 6 other people, 7 women and one man. The man actually turned out to be cousin to Eric the guitarplayer in H.E.A.T so don't say they world isn't small :-)

Rather good day but LONG and I was so completely tired when I got on the train home. My friend from work, Biggan, and I sat talking and after Solna station I looked up for a moment and I saw a girl standing and I thought to myself " She looks a lot like Tracy". Then she took off her sunglasses and it was Tracy so a very nice ride home.

Tomorrow it's back to the course and I think I will sleep good tonight.

Hasse gave me a book yesterday with some remarkable quotes:

The one who fails often says that success is just pure luck.

One cup of coffee could be the begining of lifelong friendship.

Kommentarer

  1. vad konstigt för Erik har bara en kusin och han är typ 12 :)

    Kram/stina

    SvaraRadera
  2. Jag vet, mitt fel. Det är Erics kusins pappa som är i min klass. Han är gift med Britas syster. Calle är professor och bor i Uppsala och de var med i Globen men vi sågs tydligen också i Norrtälje.
    Kram :-)

    SvaraRadera

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