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Salsa, a-a-a

Almost one week has passed since my adventure in the forest. But poorly nothing happened. Now i am longing for an adventure. But the weather isn't that good anymore. It's wet and the clouds are hanging deep. We cannot even see Söda Berget and that is not very high. Another forestadventure would be surely wet, this time. Pehaps i would do, but Sebastian has left to Östersund for the weekend and i don't think i would find another freak who is stupid enough to follow me.
Yesterday was the beginning of the first Salsa-course in Kårhuset. When i signed in i thought, it would be good to get back the feeling for dancing i had years before. Our teacher is from Cuba (i think), a little bit smaller than me, but muscles everywhere. He has a neck like a bear, but he can move like he was build out of gum. Crazy. I already get confused when trying to move shoulders and feets at the same time. Totally stupid. Than i feel like my dog Ayla when she is carried with a car. But training, training, training!
Afterwards we went in a small group to the Liquid Bar. And i bought me first beer in a bar in sweden. I gave hundred swedish crones and got back the half. Crazy! I knew i would be expensive, but 45 SEK for 0,3 liter beer (1 Euro = 9,18 SEK) ?! At home i could get two beer for this price in a bar like this. In a student pub even more. At least the beer was good. In Kårhuset you never know if you buy a fresh or an old beer.
After midnight Basti and i were sitting in our living room drinking a cane of beer and pondering god and the world. This has become a ritual for every evening. But this weekend i have to find someone else. At least there will be party i will join on saturday at the Kårhuset.

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