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    Portlandia – and the postpandemic desire for a brave new world

    The end of a pandemic is sure as hell just as weird as the pandemic itself. I naively used to think that one day, it would be all over, people would open their windows, screaming and laughing and dancing in the street for days. Instead, freedom has crept in gradually, with the first vaccination, figures going down, and suddenly one realizes, one could attempt travel the world again, at least in parts. And once realized, that feeling for me became so strong it required some sort of manifestation. An expression of that sense of awakening, like a packing of bags or a decampment – and yet one stays put. At…

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    It was the Best of Times, It was the Worst of Times

    This famous quote by Charles Dickens is the first line of his novel “The Tale of Two Cities”, a historical novel about the years leading up to the French revolution. It is a standard example in writing classes about “How to begin a novel” because it not only sticks with you, but also intrigues you to no end. Every author dreams about finding a first line like that. And it has been constantly used in past months to describe the times we live in. So, inevitably, here comes my version of it 😊   It was the best of times, it was the worst of times   We have been deprived,…