The Only Ones Here

Silence...
It's so quiet while everyone has spread all over the world.
China, Ecuador, Europe and the Middle East. The corridors are empty and silent so are many of the rooms, a ghostly veil covering us all joined with the dark. How I love it.

This was not the case with Wednesday. Four people in just our room, but thanks to our understanding for each other there where no problems. Wednesday was study day for the exam on Thursday. After a long struggle to free myself from the grip of the computer and Facebook I'm able to drag my feet to the Auditorium for studies, for a while. Until a class occupies it so it's out on a hunt for a new study room. Eventually it's finally settled and some progress is shown.

Exam day, how fun. Maps and questions about WW1 and an attack upon Taiwan. Sometimes you must sacrifice the most important principles in your life. Taiwan had to go. After this lecture on the Middle East, not a fun subject in the sense that the whole region just have troubles for the future.

Friday was a long waited lecture on Africa, not fun either in the same sense, but with a more hopeful future in a possible future. Then a Palestinian view on the Israeli-Palestine conflict. Of course bias, but fairly historical accurate, even though some in the room had a hard time grasping it while other seemed to handle it very well. Of course it's a very infected question and I can't help but wondering when someone will break, either it will be one of us or one of the speakers. It's a minefield and every step could trigger the explosion. This day was also the day Yuki left for Ecuador. It will be empty without him and his Japanese pop-music.

Spend the evening watching movies down in the TARC. First movie I missed 1 hour and it was ca 30 minutes left. Crash and the first thing that happens when I'm sit down is a girl looking at her dad coming home and being threatend with a gun and she runs out and gets shot. Then I feel emotionally distressed. This kid being shot while hugging her father. It's such a sad scen. The rest of the movie is just a spiral of depression. Next movie was The Punisher, which means braindead action. After a couples of minutes I realize that it looks very familiar. Then I remember that I saw that movie before back in Sweden. Except that then I missed the begining, until the family massacre.

Saturday and this day I visited The House of Sweden, finally after being here for 3 months. A very beutiful area and the house was very nice and they had Dajm (internationally spelled as Daim). Then it was time for Christmas shopping which means that any of my sister read this that I want you to be very nice when I get back home for a month and hopefully longer (yes, I bribe my sisters, what's wrong with that?).

As a consequence of everyone moving out we take this oppurtunity to initiate the Swedsish Invasion. Yes, the revolution has begun by increasing the Swedsish presence on campus with 20%. With our forces bolstered we can can reach or goal for world domination by sparking a glorius revolution amidst the financial... who am I kidding? Melissas boyfriend has come over which means that we are 6 Swedes at the moment... I think. Some of them I hardly seen. Who knows? Maybe we are the only ones here.