text and images britt-arnhild
I was on my way to a lunch meeting. Looking at my watch I realised I had a couple of spare minutes. I turned around. Does this city of mine, this life long love of mine, have anything to offer? And there it was. The man with his golden head had been hiding for me for years. Then we had friends from California staying with us last summer. One day I looked through one of their photo albums on facebook and met Mr. Square Ears Three Tongued Standing on Stones Goldface.
How is this possible. Here I have passed this erect statue every day for years, never seeing it.
Yes, it is possible. And not only possible. It is also part of what makes life so interesting. A place to explore. Every day. Every minute.
Just like love. I have known my husband for almost 34 years. Still I can look at him and see something new. Still my heart skips a beat if I suddenly meet him unexpectedly. Like falling in love. All over again.
Mr. Goldface didn´t quite follow my chain of thoughts. Falling in love? Falling in love all over again? No, no, life is too serious for that. Life is about squaring my ears, dividing my tongue, balancing on stone. Meeting life with fresh eyes? No, that´s not for me. From where I stand I see the same people day out and day in! Basta!
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Well Mr. Goldface. You are right in one way. I know you have seen me a thousand times though I have never seen you untill today. But the same people. Day in, day out? No way!
I turned, to emphasise my words. And saw that I was right.
There he was, my lunch date.
Coming all the way from Ethiopia. First time in Norway.
Impossible that Mr.Goldface could have seen him before.
I winked goodbye to Mr. Three Tongued Goldface and walked over to my Ethiopian friend to be. Ready for lunch with him, the bishop and the photographer.
