Dear Diary.
I am at Lillehammer today, with Terje. He is running "Birkebeiner'n" and I am here to be the driver when we drive the 5-6 hours back home tonight. I have brought my notebooks and will work on my book, but first I had planned to write today's blogpost. I opened the computer and sat looking at the screen for a long time. Feeling blank. After amost 1400 posts, almost 5 years of blogging, ideas flowing like flooded rivers mostly, sometimes like dry creeks......well, today I felt totally blank.
I looked through my photos from yesterday in Stavanger. The day was filled with a meeting, but I was up early with the intention of giving myself a couple of hours as a tourist in this beautiful city. Instead I had to do some pressing work and was sitting in the hotel room, glued to my cell phone. Well, still I managed to squeeze in 10 tourist minutes, walking from the hotel over to where I found a taxi which took me to the meeting, and I got some great shots, the cathedral, the small lake Breiavannet, beautiful swans, the first autumn colours. I could make a blogpost using some of these photos of course, but still......I feel blank. I can't find the angle of the post.
Then I could make a post about the taxi drive in the afternoon from the meeting at The International House in Stavanger to the airport. The driver wondered why I had been in this special house and I told him about my work for the christian refugee organisation. "He looked at me and said; You know, I am a muslim. You know muslims don't you, the people who blow themselves up in the air in fantastic explotions?" He looked at my face, laughed, and continued; "No, I am no musim, I am a newborn Christian. Halleluja. Jesus is the Lord." Then he started to play some music for me, Elvis singing about The Man from Galilea, Elvis singing "O Store Gud" (oh my, what is the English title of this fantastic hymn?.....How Great Thy God....or what??????) We exchanged blessings when I left the taxi at the airport.
I could also make a post about the afternoon, the flight to Oslo, discovering a new author at the airport - Linda Olsson from Sweden/New Zealand, the train ride up to Lillehammer where I had a date with my lover. But from the minute my lover met me at Lillehammer station I could not write anything. That's for me and my lover, for me and Terje only.
