I'm sharing with strangers. They found me from an ad I placed on a Norwegian website, and let me know there was a room going in this apartment. They are two very nice, generous and helpful people whose names are almost-anagrams for one another. There is also a Balinese cat, and he is the one who is really in charge. It's fairly luxurious, for cat or man, with balconies looking out onto a plaza. Inside, there are the various tell-tale signs that I am living in Norway: the two-prong plugs, the cigarettes in the fridge, and so on.

Unregistered and disorientated, yesterday I went to the University campus at Blindern for registration and orientation. The first other summer school student I met turned out to be a well known dude from the American comic books scene.

Of course, I also have friends from previous jaunts to Norway. Bjarne and Gro invited me over to their place for a "family" barbeque, i.e. them, their daughter, and me. We had some interesting discussions; they told me how sensible it is to keep cigarettes in the fridge, for example. Then, after midnight, Bjarne produced two bikes and initiated me into cycling on the right-hand side of the road, on a journey to the bars along the river.