Sunday night, on my way from Birkelunden to St. Hanshaugen, an old man stopped me and asked me what way he was walking. I told him he seemed to be walking the opposite direction of me; down towards Alexander Kielland’s Plass. He then asked me if I would care to join him for a glass of red, this late and rainy sunday night. I told him that I couldn’t as I was on my way home to get some sleep, slightly put off by the alcoholic whiff that already surrounded him, his unsteady walk and hazy eyes. I told him to have a good night, and as I walked off, he shouted after me “You are a very lucky human being! Very lucky!” He then turned his back at me and staggered away around the corner. He was right. I am very lucky. And I’m blessed to be surrounded by such wonderful people. I’ve always known, but this sunday night, I had a realization and it came from a drunk stranger.
// ph by Luca – pictures from a summer party last week, it was magical // edit me