Diary of a Southern Spanish in Norway. A true story. Part two.

December 27th
Last night fell still even more of that white shit . It took three days locked (? unclear... in the house? if so: I spent three days locked in the house.). I go around when I have to and use the shovel to clear snow after passing the snowplow passes . I can not go anywhere . My car is buried under a mountain of black snow . The news says tonight will drop 10 inches of snow will drop tonight. I can not believe it.

January 4th
Finally , today I leave. I went to get food and a deer crossed in front of my car and I killed him . My car is broken . Shit ! The car repair will cost me three thousand euros. These fucking animals should be poisoned . Wish the hunters had finished with them all last year . The hunting season should last the entire year.

March 15th
I slipped and I broke my leg. Last night I dreamed I was at the beach lying on a hammock and sipping a mojito .

May 3th
When they removed the cast , I took the car to the mechanic. I He said below the bottom was rusted because of the salt thrown into the street. Who would think to do that? Is not there no other way to melt ice ?

May 10th
I returned back to Spain . This is life ! How delicious amazing/beautiful/divine! Heat , humidity , traffic, tourists and I have no job. The truth is that anyone who comes to mind like living in Norway so lonely and cold is because he is crazy . This is life!

This is a joke , Norway is an amazing country in summer.