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I already told You I met a long time friend of mine this weekend. I thought I was going to tell You a little something about how we met.
For about eight years ago, I attended writingschool. A one year education out in a school in the middle of nowhere. Besides drinking, we learnead a little something about writing short stories, poems and various other kind of writing no sane person ever think about.
The school was run by socialists, attended by socialist and taken care of by socialists.
Janis and I started talking in a bar. We talked about old swedish folksingers. Of course one couldn’t talk about Westlife there because… They where almost not born yet..
We often went to just that bar ‘Bryggeriet’ – The Brewery… I didn’t think Janis drank anything back then, but she corrected me this weekend.
– If You say You don’t drink that much, people’ll buy You beer all evening.
Well well, after that day we talked rather often. We ate breakfast together and played pool once in a while. I think I won most of the time, but then again Janis might say otherwise.
We got along well.
Sometimes we bought bread, cheese and ham. We took long walks around the forests near the school. We watched out for wild boars, and ate our picknick basket by a lake or something. Sometimes we got lost, but never to long.
This was the weekends at our school, taking walks, eating sandwiches and noodles for dinner, and playing pool. I might even say we got to be good friends.
Now, it’s so many years after. Our friendship somewhat got lost, but not forgotten along the way.
What can I say about Janis? We’re similar in many matters. If my personality would look itself in the mirror, perhaps it would see Janis.
av Max @ 23:05:49