Year 2004

Year 2004
…was the year to be a tourist in my own city.

Year 2004
…was the year to love Magnet.

Year 2004
…was the year to take the glass elevator to the top of Oslo’s highest building. And the year to wear glasses.

Year 2004
…was the year to learn Italian. Begin to learn, that is.

Year 2004
…was the year to have this view for a couple of months. (Borgo Pinti, Florence)

Year 2004
…was the year to choose between sleeping on a bench and hitchhiking.

Year 2004
…was the year to be locked in to my room while really having to pee.

Year 2004
…was the year to be a vegetarian involuntarily, learning about chickpeas and fennel.

Year 2004
…was the year to get bad excuses for stolen salt.

Year 2004
…was the year to see Non Ti Muovere (Don’t Move) at the cinema without subtitles.

Year 2004
…was the year to play kubb.

Year 2004
…was the year to move to Bergen.

Year 2004
…was the year to row a boat.

Year 2004
…was the year to eat a lot of Chaos pasta at CafĂ© Chaos, until I learned to make it myself.

Year 2004
…was the year to hang out with Ylva and David a lot.

Year 2004
…was the year to see these fellas everywhere.

Year 2004
…was the year to learn oral Italian in a week from two cats and their lovely owner in Modena.

Year 2004 was also the year when I got my beloved Pentax camera (R.I.P.) and started documenting everything. I got the idea for this nostalgia from the nice and inspirational blog Smosch.com by Sandra, and she probably got a nice camera way back in the year 2000.

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