I am holding my cell-phone sleepily and looking at the small alarm clock on my dressing table, not sure what to say.

First of all I’d like to say that here there is three hours difference with Armenia and it’s still six in the morning here, and that I was sleeping… Then I am thinking after all it’s not very important: I am happy to hear her voice.

What can I answer her?

I wanted to say that everything here is new, that it’s all about trying and doing things for the first time in your life. And it’s not at all about serious technical innovations, scientific research findings or newest technologies: it’s just about trivial things, things that you might have never had to do at home.

I remembered myself doing my first laundry and cooking my first soup here (it hadn’t occured to my family who provided all that for me, that I might need to do that myself one day). Then, for the first time I refused going to a party at night since I was so tired after the day of work and the household duties.

Here (an amazing thing for me, coming from a place where politics is a boring adult business) I met so many young people interested in politics and I found out that it can even be fun when I attended something called ‘Election party’: people who support a certain party gather in one place, mingle and have drinks and follow the results of the elections.

It was here I started to like to walk and believe it’s a short distance when you have to walk 30-40 minutes to the place. I’m at the verge of believing that ‘there is no Bad weather only bad clothes’ and it seems I am doing fine in walking in the rain.

So many new things and so many new people: meeting 5-10 new people in a day; and I started to believe something is wrong with my once excellent memory: I can’t remember most of the names!

… ‘‘Are you on the line, dear? I was asking ‘how is it in Norway’?’’ my mother’s worried voice is asking me.
‘‘Yeah, sure. It’s fine. It’s getting a bit colder though but it’s very much fun here.’’