Dienstag, 24. August 2010

The Karma (Bi)Cycle

I am already rather well-known here in Lund, at least in my student residency and in certain shops. No, I'm not talking about the National Alcohol Store, I'm talking about a bicycle shop in "downtown" Lund. Reason: I have apparently managed to set up the record of the fastest bicycle theft. They are pretty common here in the city which is also known as "Little Beijing", but usually you have the pleasure of using your bike for more than 3 hours before it's gone.
I bought my bike on a Wednesday and it got stolen on (badadadam) Wednesday. I was pretty pissed. BUT! Enter the Swedish police, my new friend, helper and hero. They managed to find my bicycle, contact the shop where I bought it which in turn contacted me and I can now go and pick up my beloved bicycle today or tomorrow. I must have done something right in my previous life...

Samstag, 14. August 2010

Go Green

No, I haven't decided to sell my soul and internet space (thank God these two things aren't identical yet) to the Green Party. But I suppose I have been slightly infected by the lands of elves and fairies. And to keep enough trees for the creatures of the forest, here's my contribution: make it green. And for all of you who don't understand the website...well, stop surfing the internet and go learn German. Or use google translate.



Prospekte und Sonderangebote - CO2 neutral bei kaufDA.de

Freitag, 13. August 2010

Välkomna i Bullerby

Lund is picturesque. Quaint. Dainty, even. It is reminiscent of Astrid Lindgren and the perfect world portrayed in her story books.
From what I have seen in the last few days, between settling in and trying to get into the foolproof dumpster, everything seems politically correct. And, of course, good for the environment. Even the punks loitering in front of the train station seemed kind of cuddly and cute (don't tell them I said that, the dog was kinda scary after all).
My only hope is the students. When they come back I dream to be let into the world of seedy, grimy, smoke filled - wait, I mean smoke free and approved by the board of hygiene - but nevertheless smelly bars with disgusting toilets. Because if they sanitise the restrooms here EVERYWHERE, I'm coming back home. A person has got to have his standards.