Spent six hours today waiting for my turn to get officially processed as a permitted resident. If it weren't for the kindness of a Eritrean political asylum seeker, who gave me an earlier number he had gotten, I would have had to come back on Thursday for another long wait. While waiting I finished reading Skellig, a chilling and beautiful children's book about liminal moments between life and death, and read bits on the political subversiveness of children's literature. Hmm... a whole new Pooh.
The wind is blowing fiercely. Mark has soccer today. Have you seen Bill's blog?
http://hellofromnorway.blogspot.com/
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