Traveling and reading

Finally went back to London today. Since mum and dad left for a holiday in 'the Swedish alps' (i.e. Sälen) yesterday, I had to get to the airport (Arlanda) myself. It turned out to be easier than I thought, and it only took me 1 hour and 10 minutes, from door to door with public transport. Flying with SAS, I had to go from the newly built Terminal 5. The building itself is very nice, and I'm sure it will be great when everything is up and running, but at the moment: no! Just loads of empty space as well as construction work going on. I also managed to buy the most overpriced and non well-tasting pasta salad ever in the only cafe I could find, only to afterward discover that there was a lovely Wayne's Coffee tucked away further in. Blah!

Spent the entire trip reading one of the books I bought on the book sale yesterday: 'En sorts kärlek' (English title: 'Love Life', original Dutch title: 'Komt een vrouw bij de dokter') by Ray Kluun (the other one I bought was last year's Nobel prize winner Le Clézio's 'Vandrande stjärna' ('Étoile errante') - very pretentious!). Finished the book on the plane, but really had to bite my lip and put the book down a few times in order for me not to cry. It was a very sad story (google it if you want to know the plot) and very emotional. Obviously, not many people agrees with the actions of the narrator, and I have since understood that there are lots of people who really hate the author (the book is largely autobiographical). But I chose to see it as a love story, and if you ignore the somewhat poor language (might be the translator?) and the too many pop cultural references, it was really good (in a sort of unsettling way). But maybe I am a very simple (or very forgiving) person? At least, I don't think I have the right to set the norms for how other people should be living their lives.

Anyway, it is nice to be back!