I’m sitting on the train to Tønsberg were I’ll spend three days with Gine at Slottsfjell Festival. Every place with their own postal code has a festival of some kind during summer, and Tønsberg has its by an old fortress. The pride of the city as far as I can tell.
I’m not sure about the lineup, the only names I remember is Seigmen – a band that in my eyes lost most of their musical integrity when they decided that performing at the Norwegian Top 20 season final show was a good idea – and Imogen Heap, who you probably know from Frou Frou. I wonder what she sounds like on stage.
Today I met with the real estate agen and the current owner of the apartment to sign the sales papers. It feels a bit strange to do it even before I know if I get the apartment or not. Even weirder is it that I have to pay 10% of the money up front now, with the risk that someone from the tenant-owner’s association can easily sabotage the whole process. If it wasn’t for the facts that this is the usual way to do it (it seems) and that the real estate agency is well known, I would be tempted to suspect they were trying to rip me off.