Blogging Anniversary - 10 years

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A while ago I checked when I did my first blog post, in order to celebrate with an anniversary post. Well, that day came and went without any reaction from me. Better late than never, so here a reminder of my very first blog post from 24 October 2012.  The book was New Finnish Grammar  by Diego Marani. Marani is an Italian novelist, translator and newspaper columnist. While working as a translator for the European Union he invented a language ‘Europanto’ which is a mixture of languages and based on the common practice of word-borrowing usage of many EU languages. It was a suitable book to start with, being a book about letters, languages and memories. With a beautiful prose, the novel went directly to my heart.  "One night at Trieste in September 1943 a seriously wounded soldier is found on the quay. The doctor, of a newly arrived German hospital ship, Pietri Friari gives the unconscious soldier medical assistance. His new patient has no documents or anything that can ide...

For the Love of Notebooks



I have got a fling for notebooks. Can hardly resist buying one, although I do have a few at home. In my quest to buy small and light souvenirs, I usually go for bookmarks. Sometimes I am not able to resist a small notebook as well.

During my trip to Innsbruck and London I purchased two of them. The cover of the first one you see to the left above, and the back cover below. Beautiful covers taken from Book of Writing Patterns from the end of the 16th century. It is absolutely lovely with the peacock and various styles of writing. The inside pages are blank and I will use it for journaling. Possibly with a historical theme from my visits.

The second one (to the right above) is an A6 size sketchbook from the Freud Museum in London. A lovely and interesting museum, situated in a villa area at the Swiss Cottage underground station. A beautiful walk from the station to the house. On the day I was there the sun was shining and the garden was open for visitors. A wonderful place to live for the Freud family. Freud himself died the year after they arrived in England, but the rest of the family stayed on. His youngest daughter Anna, went in his foot steps and became a famous psychiatrist as well. It was her wish that the house should be turned into a museum when she died. I will dedicate this notebook for the soul. Reflecting on good things in life and mind inspiring thoughts.


I will hopefully be able to show you some of my journaling later on.

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  1. Oh I so understand. I'm a sucker for notebooks too -- far more than I use, I fear. I'm planning to pick up one or two (and bookmarks, I agree -- wonderful souvenirs) when we are in Paris and England next month.

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    1. Yes, my pile tends to increase. Although, I have put my mind to use them for various notations. The problem is just to remember where which notes are! I am sure you will find glorious notebooks on your trip. Looking forward seeing what you find.

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