The Professor

Back in Sweden and back in Arboga again. Feels good but in one way not so very good. I have had some great days "on the road" in Holland and Belgien and it feels strange . I just did not want to step of the road. Never

It has been an exiting trip in so many lovely ways. Golden moments meeting people that have given memories to laugh at but also so consider some seriousity.

I met som professors during this trip and I just want to give them all an A ... i think they are all in different skills.

Ivan V, his professionalism and energy is world class and not to forget his hospitality, deserves a big black hat for that.

The jury members of the RAD race, the professors from different Universities were so kind of groovy. These old men still so much energy and IT skills and out of the box thinking, that was so great to experience. And curiosity of learning new things still. They could easily relax and live on their old successes but no no.... they were just so no professor as I could ever imagine. I will link the photos to the RAD race and you will also see the guys.

The exchange student from Rwanda, invited by the Belgien government who was an external visitor at the RAD race, same as me, was a very soft an lovely girl in her youngest and best ages, so hungry and also very controlled in her ambition and the coming two years. Truly good luck, you will be something girl.

The bartender/owner Robert who never hesitated one minute when I asked for Leffe blond glasses to bring home. .. no doubt we went back three nights for just experience the bar atmosphere but also bring some profit to their business. Ihope his "Björn Borg" wife kiss him goodnight every night as the Hasselt Leffe blond professor.


The truckdriver...a drunk, happy but anyway sad guy, who shook us some by not being able to deal with to much happiness. As much as our glasses were half full... his glass was kind of over full... all the time and it was not flowing with win - win and happiness.... but in one way I hope it was... hes just could not handle people like us. .... we managed without kicking his ass sometimes...even if he deserved it. A professor.... well.... maybe maybe not.

Mrs Betty ... at der Jachthorn.... what a place, what moments and what a woman. Purple hunter of Diepenbaek, some plastic but mostly real......I could have stayed another night in this magic house.

Finally... just to confirm, I want my own professor in life. A professor with all his skills, and maturity, and the glasses on the forehead, open for teaching , sharing and giving everything that is needed and important. But also the elegant and the playfulness of course.....And a golden open heart with a great smile and laugh ready to also receive a lot, but input from a curious and energetic pupil. hello!!!!!....to far away at the moment

Time for hotel check in.

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