Elias investigates: Happy Noruz

23.3 Sunday - I woke up 10:30 and dressed up in a suit and had no time for breakfast. I drank a glass of squash only. I walked at 11:10 with Samuel to Hillhead and attended the Catholic service "The Jerusalem mass sheet" or Eastern Sunday. It was my first real time in Catholic church. It was different. A bit of singing, kneeling, lighting a candle and Eucharist. Maria and her flatmates Antin and Freja were also in church. When we left church the priest waved at us. We walked towards Kelvinway and had a coffee in Montgomery's cafe. I had a chocolate and a toffee pastry. A lot of motorcycles were on the street and it smelt pollution. It was a traditional Eastern drive. Then we walked home. Then Samuel and me played football for three hours in the Kelvingrove park. Now I had a shower and Maria, Samuel and me will eat together in an hour.

22.3 Eastern Saturday (I wrote this 22.3) - The sun is shining. Breakfast in sun shine and a debate about pregnancy and child birth accompanied with Italian coffee. Now I sit in my room and just going out for a walk with Maria. (I write now 23.3) We walked from Kelvinhaugh street to the Kelvin river and walked along it to the Botanic Gardens. Let the pictures describe the great weather and scenery. We spent quite some time in the oldest green house. I tried to draw it first and then Maria. We took photos. From there we walked to Byres Road. We ate a soup, sandwich, fruit and latte in Naked Soup. Before that we had a look in a place where they served food and showed films in the same time. It was a dark place and a bit of strange concept, but could be OK. We had a look in the Library and in a CD shop and bought food from Iceland. We walked home. At 8 we ate together a pasta with peppers, mushroom, leek and chopped tomatoes. My guitar is now broken. It was good and it was accompanied with wine. Then we watched the school of rock. Then melon, tea with honey and pears. Then it was night.

Andrea rip - 2008

Mamma! Send me money for new shoes.

Maria

Arm wrestling was inclueded in the Noruz celebration

21.3 Friday - I woke up 12. I ate five slices of toast with jam and ham. I tried to study from 1 to 6:30. I didn't succeed well. Maria was here to get her cutlery from the New years celebration and to drink a coffee. She had real coffee with her. Then I skyped with the whole family for two hours or so. I ate two spring rolls and yesterdays and four days old rice with salad and pate. Nice mix. Maria came to 61 and we started recording. I also filmed a session of me playing and singing Seaside by The Kooks. It's beautiful, I tell you. Around 10:30 we ran to Bon Apetit and ordered a 15" pizza with onion, pepperoni and mushrooms. And a coke. We walked back home. Two glasses of whisky were forgotten in the freezer from the New Year. We ate pizza, sardinian peccorini and a drum of Whiskey. Sounds like a traditional eastern. Then we read aloud Jorge Luis Borges and John Cleland. It made me blush.

20.3 Thursday - I walked to uni around 4:30. Before that I tried to write on my Labour Law essay. I went for a coke with Maria in the QM. Everything was closed except the game side. We had two half pints of coke for 90 p. Then I went to uni and Maria shopping. I studied until 20. At 20:15 Maria arrived and we started preparing food for Noruz, The Persian New Year. That was something new for me. Maria prepared a delicious fruit salad, I fried salmon and boiled rice and peas, and Samuel laid the table nicely. We ate, Maria, Andrea, Samuel and me for a long time. And I dare say that the food was nice. We finished around 12 and drank tea. Then it was night and a new year, 1368 I think it is now.

19.3 Wednesday - I went to the School of Law. There I studied and met Maria and walked home around 5. Maria prepared something Finnish around 8. It was a Perunajauhelihalaatikko with salad. It was delicious and I ate too much. Then we walked to my place and ate the last of the chocolate icecrem and watched VT.

18.3 Tuesday - We watched the last French film. We took a taxi to the GFT from Sauchiehall Street. The last film was one of the best we saw but heavy. The film was preceded by a short film that was actually better than the long film. After the film we walked home in a cold night. The French Film Festival films were on the whole a disappointment. I don't want to see French film now in a while. Hollywood is shit, but France can be too. There is too much money in the film industry, because some of the films should have never been produced.