dutch bits.
photos from our stay in the netherlands. by random people on our housing.
dutch bits.
photos from our stay in the netherlands. by random people on our housing.
Spune-mi, dacă te-aş prinde-ntr-o zi
şi ţi-aş săruta talpa piciorului,
nu-i aşa că ai şchiopăta puţin, după aceea,
de teamă să nu-mi striveşti sărutul?*
Nichita Stănescu, romanian poet. (thanks Valentina! :) )
(*Tell me, if I caught you one day
and kissed the sole of your foot,
wouldn’t you limp a little afterwards
afraid of crushing my kiss? )
at first it was the network cable tip, that levi saw, suspiciously dangling from ours hallway ceiling. we pulled it, and sat with our laptops on the corridor floor, happily enjoying our discovery. turns out we weren’t supposed to use that connection, as it was our student’s manager private adsl… (of course we didn’t know that…)
and then a couple of days ago the lights went out in the first’s floor kitchen (they have an enormous amount of electric stuff plugged…) and when trying to find the place to turn it back on, someone found a router and switches and cables in a strange small room… and of course, you can guess the rest. now there’s 4 of us, sitting in the floor of a overheated tiny room, sharing wireless, hoping that none of the students managers walks by… :)
“mitras”, we say in portuguese.
“sneaky little bastards”, the manager would say. :P
1.
the earth’s shaking in açores.
he‘s reading a book i never finished.
these talented ladies opened a shop.
there’s a graphic museum in this city.
photography is cheaper around here in some places and kodak’s service quality seems as low as in braga.
pedro remy is hosting a new photography exposition, from José Manuel Bacelar.
2.
dutch people like ready-made-all-packed things, and the tetrapacks around here are really cute for wallet-making.
i’ll send one to everyone who drops me a letter or a postcard till february :P
we’re in Van Houtenlaan, 27, room number 221, 9722 GR Groningen. (oh yes, i love getting mail around here, the sweet warm feeling of recognising portuguese stamps on the mailbox… priceless! :) )”
… vietnamitas a cozinhar. :)
ps – e não, não estamos a falar de coisas queimadas. é mesmo o cheiro. ugh!