28.4 - 10:07 morning. I had breakfast after early start, 8:40. You can be content of your son, mother. I had two toasts with jam, strawberry and orange. Then I did "larger things". Now I sit here and enjoy the fact that I have an exam on Friday and I have 150 pages left and three days. No worries. And I'll see the Kooks tomorrow. Haha!
27.4 - Sunday. My alarm clock rings at 6:45. I get up and eat toast with baked white beans in tomato sauce for a sturdy breakfast. I also charge Samuel's camera, swimsuit with towel and my food. At 7:30 me and Fernando enters majestically Kelvinhaugh Street. The taxi is waiting and Conrad, Fernando, Maria and me enter the cab and get of at Queen Street Station. We collect the tickets and enter the train that is quite crowded indeed. We get of at Edinburgh Waverley. There we give money to Costa in exchange of coffee. I managed to take a picture with great light on the station.
The train rolls away from the platform and we cross the impressive Forth bridge and turn to east and follow the cost towards Leuchars, the station closest to St Andrews. The line to St Andrews was closed in 1960 and it has not to be reopened because of profitability, according to the taxi driver who drove us from the station to St Andrews. Fernando took some nice pictures of the coast line. At Leuchars we get of the train from 1960's. We wait a while for the bus with some other people but we take a taxi. The taxi driver is talkative and tells us that he is on holidays in St Andrews. He has been on holidays for 15 years. He came here from England after first being born in Germany and studying in Turkey international relations for a year.
- But it was bullshit, he said.
I said I was studying international relations in Glasgow. It is one's own choice what to do, he said then.
- I was the black sheep of our family, he continued after I told it was not my choice to study law, referring to my parents influence. Well, in fact my mother said I should study to be a priest.
The driver stopped at the 18 hole of the famous St Andrews golf course where they play the oldest competition, the Open. I don't know anything about golf, luckily. I played once in the woods of Porkala, the old Russian part of Finland. There are 6 courses altogether in St Andrews. We walk along the coast. We meet posh people, fancy English students, mods and tourists. We look at the castle. It look peaceful in the warm sunlight and the gentle wind. We walk down the stairs to a small beach were a fire is still smouldering from a party. Empty bottles and other leftovers can be found. From there we continued to the old Cathedral that was razed during the reformation. Before that the church was the centre of the Scottish church. The church was huge, you could see from the ruins. There were some rather silly graves. From there we walked down to the harbour. In a small place we ordered food. Fish and chips for me. In that place I realised I didn't have my glasses anymore. I had lost my Gucci's! Not being able to enjoy the fish and chips(it would have been very possible since it was cheap and tasty, both) I thought about my poor glasses.
We started walking back the same way. It was not too nice. On the beach were we first were and the fire was still smouldering Maria found my glasses in the sand. Truly, she is valuable. We laid down on the cliffs and inhaled the sun. It was hot and no wind. I finished my chips and drank my coke relieved. From there we walked towards the city centre and I had a ice cream, lime sorbet. We walked along the street and I enjoyed people, architecture and the sun. After hanging around a while in the centre we walked to the St Andrews museum. There were two collections. We tried to make the most of the museum that was not exactly the British museum. From there we walked through the city and stopped on the way and had cokes, juice and ice cream. We continued to the beach.
I undressed and put on my swimsuit. I walked out and I was surprised it didn't feel so cold. I tasted the water and it was so salty compared with the Ultima Thule, where I live. I dived and the sea swallowed me. It was wet and salty and quiet. It felt good, like spring in Finland. The air felt warm after the colder water. I swam around for a while. It was surprisingly warm, between 10-15. I got up and played Jacques Tati and my grand father. I dressed up.
We walked back and drank a pint on a terrace and ate some of our own food. I had two sandwiches, Maria chocolate and Fernando Crisps and Bread. We walked from there to the Tescos and bought a dinner for the dinner. Mine was 250 g of wine gums, one banana and apple. We haggled the price to 10 p and took a taxi to Leuchars. We waited 30 mins for the train. We got on the train. The train from Aberdeen to Waverley was crowded. We got of the Haymarket and changed. The train was full. We ended up in first class and the ticket inspector didn't throw us out. We had 3rd class tickets and Fernando and Conrad were drinking Russian beer. In Glasgow we took a taxi home. At home it was nice and we watched picture and laughed about the pigeon war between us G and H.
That night I slept well with fresh sea air in my lungs.
CONQUISTADOR and Maria
MR MUSCLE
Summer
The Red Baron
Jaakko heitti kylmän kiven veteen
The Young Man and The Sea
Halle Berry
In Spain
In the Museum
Conrad
Waigör Tuds
Fer
Too much?
Relaxing
Fish & Shit
I thought these trains only existed in Eastern Europe
Bridge of Forth
Commerce
Fernando26.4 Saturday I got up early, 10:30 HAH. Breakfast. I read Marx about globalisation and continued with Lenin and Pashukanis. It's imperialism. Samuel, Fernando and me went to the pitch around 3. A lot of people were playing so we checked out the second pitch but it was empty. We walked back and asked if we could play. They said ask the referee. And really there was a referee. An old man with white hair was walking around. He said yes join although we were around 25 players. After 10mins the game was over. A girl came and said:
- We are taking a photo, come over.
We lined up and smiled and the photographer was a bungler. Then we continued playing. I was crap cause my left leg was sore.
I read a bit more and made a pasta with old mushrooms and old cream. It was good.
Conrad and me walked to the library Saturday evening. There I met Natasha and Fabien. The top trio of the International Law and Contemporary Problems of the World order. I read quite a lot and walked home on my own around 10-11
25.4 Friday. We walked around 18:30 towards the GFT. The blues films was sold out so we were not able to see it. And there was only one show. We had a look at CineWorld, Theatre Royal and some dangerous back streets. We waited for Persepolis starting 8:40. We bought the tickets and dined at McDonalds. Don't you ever do that. It is wrong. I won a apple pie, but they had run out of them and I got nothing in its place. I hate Mc Donalds. The film started and it was a good film. We walked home and ate ice cream.
24.4 Thursday - Hard reading. Maria and me watched the Paris Je t'aime.
23.4 Wednesday - Hard reading. At 13 we had a revision seminar in IL CWO. I had a question about legal formalism and Westphalia. After the seminar I got my essay back, it was the B1 essay. Nice. Then I started reading in law workshop.
22.4 Tuesday - Hard reading
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