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Visiting Erlend Øye

M i Macarena friend invited me to visit to Bergen. I arrived last Tuesday and came to my house on Monday to start classes today. Bergen liked a lot. Bergen had never been before and I must say it is a beautiful and picturesque town full of people of all colors and nationalities and a lot of history to his credit. I had a luxury. Macarena behaved very well, I felt at my own house, thank you very much Macarena!

One of the things we did was to leave on Wednesday to tour the center and visit the most important. Macarena I said before leaving: "You going to take Erlend pisco to ? "and I like" Eeeem, if po, obvious "thinking it might be a possibility, but never thinking it was real. We took the pisco, wrapped in a bag and left the center. In the center, while walking took advantage of buying a gift bag to put the bottle of pisco and a card I wrote something like this: "Erlend Kjær, Gratulerer med den nye platen, glede meg veldig til Konsert, ha Gave fra liten Chile, hilsen, Natalie " (Dear Erlend, Congratulations on the new album, looking forward to the concert, have a small gift Chile, Greetings, Natalie)

After walking and walking a while we approached the area where you live Erlend (Do not think I'm psycho, the truth is that we had left home at last, ha!) is a neighborhood very indie, it is said that almost all artists and musicians live there, in fact, the facades of the houses in this sector are protected and can not be modified, by its owners, certainly are very modern inside (well worth a fortune) but look as if taken out of the year intact 1800. Which is located either in Bergen district will know what I speak. Maca said she knew from living Erlend such thing and that we should look at the streets that followed, the houses marked with the number 7 (for example). In the two houses that we saw nothing. In one, the bell had written: "Tum Tum Tam" and the other had nothing in the ring. I lost hope. I figured if a celebrity did not want to be bothered by fans, it is probably going to put a false name, or not going to put any name on the bell. As I was almost sure it was one of the two houses of Erlend and certainly not achieve locate, never EVER!

It was raining and Mikel was sleepy, so we went to a cafe and take advantage of relax (relax) between the baby slept. Macarena told me: "You What? We to go home or not? "and I thought what we would find if you probably would find nothing, but gave me encouragement Maca (aaaaw!) and when the baby slept the owner asked if I knew the coffee street and told us that yes, there was only a few feet away.

The gift and card.

Ooooo, I was going to the heart of the excitement, I began to twist the belly and I was getting really anxious.

started walking and quickly find the street you are supposed to live it. We got home, we went to see the two rings. On the second floor out four names, none was to him ... but I'm not going to believe. Macarena says, "Oooooh look!" and points to the lower ring, I almost go the eyes. Macarena as I put in all colors and I gave between pain and laughter (who knows which side started). There, written in pencil to humbly red paste, probably from his own hand, leaving your beautiful name (which also means "eye" to all this): Hey.








Beside the door was a window with the blinds open. I looked quickly and took a mental picture. By the window had a desk with a stack of papers, envelopes unopened (seemed accounts) a huge book that said "MAD" and "guitar" old. Do not think it was guitar, by size. He looked more like an old guitar in wood, but a toy, or some other stringed instrument. I jokingly told him that Erlend Macarena we would not have any problem when we got married, because we were equally messy. Can not find it incredible? Can you imagine going to the home of the most admired celebrity in the world and see your stuff, your door, your doorbell, your street? For me it was like being closer to Erlend (like the time I jokingly asked marriage, in the concert he gave at the Cine Normandie, in Chile, and took my hands and I reached the mouth to kiss me, jokingly, clearly, and I am as dull as I managed not to steal shamelessly and then there were a lot of comments from people, obviously moved by envy, bad vibes on the Internet, they did not understand the humor sympathetic mine or my future husband, and took it all serious like fools without thinking that in fact the type had taken it with humor, laughing with me ... or of me xD) Having seen her stuff on the window gave me an impression of a real human being (but wonderful beautiful, impressive, with the best voice, best songs, etc. etc.) a close and not just a picture or a voice on the cd of the car, for example.

I rang the bell three times, but nobody came. And as I had given up, Macarena I started taking pictures before we left. In it he played in bell and I took pictures Macarena, appeared a man who was walking down the street, up and down and stared at us and then asked us in English: "Are you looking for Erlend? (I already saw that the Lord poured with fresh winds and we asked to be left alone because they were fed up with the dislocated fans who went to the house to visit) I said yes, that we were looking to give a gift. And the Lord this tells us (even in English): "Is that Erlend is, went yesterday to Berlin




waaaaaay NOOOOO, I said. I told him I came from Chile just to see him (which lies: P) and began to laugh and repeated that he had gone already, not knowing when he would return because Erlend is always coming and going from Berlin all the time and you never know with certainty when it returns.
"But if you want the gift you can leave me and I'll give. Wait here, I'll go get a camera to take a picture and show it when the gift.

Knight enters the apartment that was in front of Erlend and returns with a camera and takes me two pictures. Macarena asked the gentleman from when I met Erlend and he said that since Erlend was 17 years (did I imagine 17 years? Oooh that tenderness xD) I asked if Erlend had always lived there and the gentleman told us no, he had moved a year and a half. It was obvious that Erlend's neighbor was a good person and that the gift was in good hands. We told him that we came from Chile, Erlend Øye, the concert had told the story of how they met parents, and that was thanks to the committee that organized in Norway for supporting the resistance in Chile during the dictatorship and my dad also had to do with it because he had been exiled (77 if in doubt it is doubtful xD) and had been active since then. Erlend's neighbor smiled and said that clearly, it seemed that many Chileans had arrived in Bergen at that time and that sounded the story (for those who believed that Erlend told the same story in all the countries with dictatorship, well, know that the story was true and not a ploy to win public support, YEY!)

Macarena begins to speak in Norwegian neighbor, and Mr. I was going to translate when I say, not if I also speak Norwegian

And the neighbor Aaaaah and why we were talking in English then? and ran off laughing.

And I: do not know!

Chan!

Photo YEY of victory. I found the house of Erlend Øye!

Anyway, I think maybe it was for better Erlend has not appeared. I believe that when that door opens I fall to the ground, Faint (ie cardiovascular attack) and that things happen for a reason because it is not yet my time to go xD. In addition there is the possibility of returning to Bergen because I was the only witness to the crash that occurred between the bus and a car were going to be inconsiderate crossed in front, and it occurs to me to open the jar and say, "Not if I saw everything that happened" feeling some pity for the driver the bus that left me more chills Erlend ringing the bell, knowing always the bus drivers are to blame for any accident, whether or not ... xD so ... anyway ... anecdote after anecdote.

Ah! Kings of Convenience and new album out in October, will be called Declaration of Dependence. YEY. Will be touring to promote it and conclude with a concert in November here in Norway, who will attend whatever the cost, ejale!

Greetings!

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O Diaba go to school (to see if that word is too strong, or just the opposite: not enough to describe what I felt) from the 6th base, when I switched from teacher and school day , who was in the morning and then had to go in the afternoon, I had entered a depression and I hated school with all that that meant. I entered seventh grade and my life changed, I swear, there is a before and after this.

makes me laugh to remember, do not know if it's the pleasant sensation of butterflies in the stomach, or the funny way I behaved for four tortuous years. But well, I fell in love, if I fell hopelessly blind and had never been before, what was the problem? He did not even know I existed. I talked to him in a previous post , but now I will get to deepen, as it were: B

I, as I said, was in seventh grade, things were brightening a bit, because we were bigger, teachers changed us back (is that I did not like the previous one, I felt so incompetent and reactionary, la la) and I returned the day in the morning. They spent a few weeks until I saw it. [WARNING: VERY cheesy PHRASES BELOW] shone out from the rest because all he was glow: B Oooh! his eyes, his face, the way you walk, how to comb, using the uniform EVERYTHING!. I was stuck with him four years. And when I punch, I say, PE GA DA. One day, for example, the language teacher asked me to shift me, as far away from the window, because I spent looking out at every turn. This was terrible: every time the bell rang, I stuck to the window to see when he went to his classroom. He was in the first half and middle school rooms were on the second floor of the school, in front of the rooms where I studied. Can anyone imagine? was becoming the buzzer sounded. And that was at least 6 times a day (one in the morning to get two to exit and enter the first break, two more for the second, and one to go home) does not surprise me if he was ever seen . What was special about him? I do not know specifically, I think everything could not explain. Mine was like a fanatic, because I'd never been / talked to him, but still worshiping in secret. It's like that happens to a celebrity-good so was mine. Until the school began to look better for me (though not the shouts, of course). Since Friday I did not like because it meant I could not see him the next day. Nor holidays or when school closed three days because of rain. He was the reason to get up every morning. I still do not understand when or how. How so obsessed with someone who had not even exchanging a word. Butterflies, spring blossoms, these things remind me of the time.

You know what happened next? After a year of loving in secret, praise His name, licking the ground she walked, by writing millions of letters never sent him, taking account in a notebook, with day, date, hour, minute, as I was with him, decided to take the * big * step. It was time to talk to him and let him know of my existence right? What is the best thing I can think of? CALL! Why queeeeee nobody stopped me? Why no one came with a shovel to hit me in the head and unconscious me to keep my hands to take that phone and dial that number that day I phone that looked like a psychopath? Why? There were four or five calls happiness extreme, shocking! He, he was talking to me, ME! His voice was so, perfect xD. And laugh if you want what I will tell you, one conversation I remember was something like:

Me: Hello , "Ignacio? (names have been changed deliberately provided to protect the identity of the poor victims of the event)

Ignacio: Yes him, Who do I have the pleasure?

Me: Eeeeem is queeee ... eeem ... You do not know me and when I leave my private identity ... [SO HOW RIDICULOUS!]

Ignacio: Heh, heh ... Well.

What makes love and desperation, I think he understood and was never rude to me, never ran with some excuse or "I'm not Tell" and always spoke to me calling him sympathetically, as any decent person (that's why I loved you were!?)

After the "quick call appropriate" ¬ ¬, it occurs to me the brilliant idea of \u200b\u200binviting him to leave [They must think I have no friends because no one stopped me at the moment right!] and what he says: "It quee ... I pololear" and I "aaaahm ... good, but ..." JUST ME AND LA PLATA THE DAMN PHONE! Have you noticed that the cell phone battery runs out or the money in the wrong time? I began to mourn for the frustration, not by the shame of having done the crazy all the time, but the frustration of running out to tell him what I wanted to say, because the evil cell ate as if nothing valuable minutes that same day was charged (hence the company went bankrupt JA!)

After that we went on vacation, so I did not see for two and half months eteeeernos. When you go to class again, things had changed a bit. I spent the first half and he a third party. But my feelings remained the same, the same letters never sent him with the same words written, the same texts from which he was leading and the same boundless admiration. I traveled to Norway for a vacation, and returning, I was invited to the birthday of a classmate. AND THERE WAS my platonic love. Ay! Ignacio, if you knew me as I was leaving the heart every time I saw you and be near you was like a thousand needles in your arm crack. What happened was that as everyone knew that I liked Ignacio, my friends and the others began to swell, "I po, look, if you are alone there, take it out to dance, if they will dance no more" and I would like and I repent. "No, no shame" One friend (so ubicadita it ¬ ¬) I told him I was dying to dance with him, but as I dared to take him to dance, take me out it. As was his style, so nice and straight, and elegant, rich varus nil, 1,2,3 ricooo ! I started to dance. Were the two most beautiful love songs all my life until then, how is that? How 6 minutes? dance finished, we parted, each to his side, but it was the biggest moment of happiness at that moment of my life.

Since then we had like 2 times we exchange words, or something. And time passed, and he fourth means left and went to study in another town and never saw him again. Suddenly we were talking on msn, but it was not a big deal. In addition to msn also disappeared. I did not know anything about him anymore. The school was again the same martyrdom before. It was not the same without him.

some time ago he had been dreaming. I saw him at school, as seen before, short hair so well groomed, with the school uniform, in the same place that used to meet friends. And then appeared on Facebook. And added it to my liking, I agreed. Lots has changed. There is a lot like the image I had of him in my head. You have to beard and long hair. Is love. I dare not even write any comments on the wall of messages Why? we were never really friends, but I would love, really. I have it there, watching as before, though in different ways because, although I still feel admiration for him, is not the same as before, obviously. It's just a souvenir, I like to remember him, and that this would be it.

:)