A Roll in the Universe

Website of Keera Ann Fox, an American in Bergen, Norway

Month: July 2017 (page 1 of 2)

Documented

I am no longer a documented alien or immigrant. I am a documented Norwegian citizen now. Check this out: Continue reading

The plague

Pest. Another “false friend“. A pest in English can be a bug or a rat, or a very annoying person. But “pest” as used in Norwegian changed the destiny of Bergen. “Pest” in Norwegian means the plague. Continue reading

Missing: Junior Gull

“Somebody needs to go check.”

“Janitor?”

“He’s on vacation. I’ll do it.”

I learned that one of my co-workers gets into take-charge mode when it’s about someone’s life; in this case, a baby gull.

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If you do it twice, it’s a tradition

Living in Norway means living with all kinds of traditions, some ancient, like bonfires on Midsummer’s Eve, and some much newer, like Valentine’s Day. Here in Bergen, the joke is that if you do something twice, you’ve created a tradition.  Continue reading

Stop and smell the roses

Of all the life advice I’ve ever been given or heard, the only one I’ve ever faithfully followed is the admonishment to stop and smell the roses.

I did that last when I was visiting the museum garden at the university of Bergen earlier this month, even thinking to myself, “Roses. Stop and smell.” Continue reading

Oh, hi!

I just have to leave this somewhere, so here it is: I was dreaming something last night (what, I never remember). The dream/something woke me up. I opened my eyes in the dark and a woman was standing next to my bed, looking at my nightstand. She was 40-ish, slender, had dark hair and brown eyes, and the same sort of face as Melissa Gilbert. I have no idea who she is or why I saw her. What really got me was that my reaction was to say, “Oh, hi!” In Norwegian. And she looked at me, startled, and disappeared. And no, this has never happened to me before and now I’m wondering if somebody was astral projecting and happened to end up in my bedroom.

July 22

It’s 10 AM and I’m watching a memorial ceremony on TV from Oslo, reading the names of the 77 who lost their lives 6 years ago in what has been called Norway’s 9/11: The bombing of a government building, and the shooting of young people attending a political camp on the island Utøya on July 22 2011. I’m crying again. Continue reading

Gate or gate?

“Gate” is one of those words that linguists call “false friends”. The word looks alike in two different languages but does not have the same meaning. So a movable barrier in a fence in English is a street in Norwegian (pronounced as GAH-teh). Continue reading

Bad star

Disastrous: Causing great damage. Fortunately (heh, see what I did there?), I have never experienced a disaster. Neither of the natural kind, nor the personal kind. And that leads me to the word’s origin: From “disaster” which means “ill-starred” or to be ill-fated because of the stars.
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Egg cups are un-American

The thing about growing up with a Norwegian grandfather is that you assume everybody has a cheese slicer and egg cups. Turns out that one of the things American immigrants left behind in Europe were egg cups. Continue reading

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