Over the past years Ive read an indecent amount of texts about identity, about communication and about language. Your language is the most important tool you use when youre making sense of the world ...
Morning came with a silent rustle of leaves and little raindrops painting dark dots on the concrete. The clouds were gray and heavy, and for a little while my inner child even hoped for thunder. Or s...
Its late. Its ridiculously late, if you think about the fact that I have to get up in a few hours. Read, read, write, write. The good girl-syndrome has claimed another victim, and Ive ...
Hello beautiful world!Sorry for not blogging, Im sort of busy travelling around in the Middle-East. At the moment Im in Jordan - things are wonderful, and lifes in general an awfully good thing to be...
Today, I brought my friends to see one of my favorite places in Cairo: the part of the city referred to as "Islamic Cairo". And it was just great. Walking in the dusty and narrow st...
I love Fridays in Cairo. There are no alarm clocks yelling at you to get up, and there is no need to rush to the university in the morning. The citys in a mode of its own on Fridays, with people roll...
Tomorrow I have my other round of visitors coming from back home. And having visitors means you have to be a host, at least to a certain degree. And that, that means youll have to know you city...
Spring break is getting closer by the second. And so is the desperate need for a break. The books seems to get duller by the day, the articles more complicated. The library seems noisier and the clas...
One of the classes Im taking at AUC is a development class. It deals with economies. It talks about the big overarching theories of change and growth, decline and war. And it is as far away as ...
Ourapartment has three balconies. Three little platforms where we can enjoy adaily dose of sun, without being stared at like we’ve got three heads or someother abnormity. When the sun is at its highe...
Today I jumped out of bed at 5.45, as I had a dream where someone strictly told me that "real feminists get up early in the morning!". Why that had to be 15 minutes before my alarm usually go...
It strange how fast you can get used to living in a completely new environment. A new country, a new city; new smells and new sounds. Suddenly the alien is comfortingly familiar, and one day, you fee...
Once, there was a time where Id spend my weekends sleeping until the sun reached its highest point on the sky. And then Id sleep some more. But alas, that was then! This morning we jumped into a taxi...
Sunshines been hugging Cairo like its been reunited for the first in a long time. And thats sort of how it is. Lately the citys been changing between sunlight bursting out of the sky, to days that ma...
You take the bus across the city - traffic jam, like every day in Cairo. Your head is pounding, stomach rumbling and at one point you could swear there was something odd with your heartbeat. As you w...
Mid-terms tomorrow. Not one, that wouldve been too easy. But two. And a little Arabic dictation sprinkled on top. At least I have the technology on my side - digital flashcards! Im brilliant! (If the...
Most parts of Cairo are grey. Brown, dusty and pale. And then you have the murals at Muhammed Mahmoud St., close to Tahrir Square. Portraits honoring those whove lost their lives, utterances of hope ...
Cairos like a teenager when it comes to going to bed and waking up. Its noisy when everyone else tries to sleep, but awfully silent in the early mornings. Which is a rather comfortable trait for thos...
Sitting in a cafe in Cairo, the melody of an oud is on the speakers in the background and the walls covered in black and white photos of the earlier days of Egypt. A couple of wom...
A few minutes away from out apartment, just across the Nile to be specific, lies The Cairo Jazz Club. Curious to see what it had to offer, we left Zamalek last night, and headed out to explore. After...
Drinking Egyptian red wine from our old tea cups, talking about school, the world and life in general. Chinese take-out on the table and laughter out in the street. And its all good.
Ive decided to give myself a little challenge, in order to not forget blogging as Im running around in Cairo. I dont want to overdo it though. Therefore, Ive decided to try to post one picture each o...
I start every day with Arabic class; each and every morning is saluted at 8.30 with Arabic stuttering and a cup of coffee black as a Norwegian winter. Im not good at it, its not going fast, but its o...
Im old! Or, well. Im older. Yesterday was my birthday, a day filled with pyramids, red wine, the former prime minister of Norway and a speeding taxi on the highway in Cairo. Quite the combinati...
At the moment Im sitting in the library of my university in Cairo, buried under a pile of Arabic words I dont understand, and messy notes on my underdeveloped vocabulary. This exhausting mess of book...
Spices for sale, close to The al-Azhar Mosque. I didnt buy anything, but stood there for a while, mesmerized by the colors and the smells.The streets in the older parts of Cairo are absolut...
Last weekend, I recall coming home to my own apartment as Cairo was waking up to a new day. Long nights with wine, discussions and music are downright wonderful, but they do take their toll on ...
Lykke Li is singing how youth knows no pain. So Ive decided that neither will I. Im like a vitamin piñata at the moment - filled to the brink with all kinds of yummy fruits and pills. Birds are ...
Compared to my previous university, student life in Cairo offers quite a different beat and rhythm. The readings are longer, the classes more frequent and the days more hectic. The grasp of the ...
One of the words in my Arabic class today, was حرية - freedom. My professor laughed, and tried to explain the word:-"Horreya"! Freedom! We tried one year ago, but alas, nothing. Su...
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