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So I have been reading quite alot lately. It seems the literature bug has come back to bite me after thoroughly ignoring me for several years. Sick and tired of the modern watered novels, I have recently been refining my taste for classical literature.



Me and my new favorite author, Oscar Wilde, have been getting reacquainted. I read his single novel last year The Picture of Dorian Gray loved it and its beautiful language and now I've gone and borrowed a massive book from the library-The Complete Works of Oscar Wilde. My advice to you is go read some Oscar Wilde. He writes in such a beautiful language



Next I hope to finish Edgar Allan Poe, my previous favorite classical author and then maybe go on to Jane Austen if I'm feeling brave.

Anyway, a few days ago something extremely strange happened to me on the way home from school. I got off the train and went to the bicycle racks to retreive my bike when I heard a woman screaming and crying. I mean really screaming their head off. But I realized that they weren't just screaming, it sounded like they were screaming at someone as though in an argument.

My immediate first thought was a lovers quarrel. A really public lovers quarrel, which is odd for Sweden (those things happen behind doors) and the other people around me didn't even seem like they noticed the noise.

So I shook it off and started walking off with my bike to cross the street when out from under the tunnel a pallid, thin woman with red eyes and mussed up hair came stumbling up the stairs in clothes that looked as though she had been wearing them for days, talking to herself and occaisionally letting out a scream or two.

So having found the source I raised an eyebrow and left, knowing she was probably a crack addict. Actually the whole thing was quite hilarious even though I should feel bad for her. Hmmm, nope don't feel bad yet.


The word is pundare (poon dah ray) which means druggie