Three weeks... (And the police are idiots...)

Well, as expected but not quite in this fashion, my time here is growing short. It is a long story, so bear with me.

Last week my girl Ingrid had a rather strange phone call from the police who demanded access to her flat. She was told not to contact anyone else regarding the matter. When her flat mate turned up, the police followed her in saying not only had the place under survailance, but that they had a warrant to search the premises.

All very scary.

They never showed the warrant (though admittedly Ingrid's flat mate was so shocked by the whole ordeal that she never thought to ask!), and went to half arsed search. It was apparently evident that they had got the wrong address.

When asked, a police man apparently said:-

"we were expecting a drugs nest of Africans."

....

I'm not even going to go into how bad that one little bit of wonderful dialogue is. However, despite asking to confirm the address they WHERE IN, when told the street, the police person then repeated the WRONG street name. Then, the police continued searching for another few moments and left. Let me be clear about this. They went through all of our most personal and intimate belongings.

They also asked about me. What did they ask you say?

"How ethnic is he.
He's british.
Still, how ethic is he?
..."

Thank god they never saw me... lets just say my erm "black irish" roots make me a little of the "durka durka." Savee?

When we inquired further it turned out that the police dept handling the investigation was on the other part of outer Oslo.
WTF?!

Now I'm obvisioly missing out some details here quite frankly because I think my Ingrid and her flat mate have had their personal space invaded quite enough. But you see, there in lies the problem....

Not only is the poor old landlord worried, now the flat mate has quite understandebly decided to quit the place. She will be gone by November. Not just this, but again quite understandebly, the Land lord is showing concerns and we will now have to honour the Subteneant law by ensuring Im sorted in...

You guessed it... 3 weeks.

Do or die marine Hoohaa!
Hell, ultimetily either I will still be here and all jobbed up or Ill be going home.

So!
All quite dramatic. Very American. Sorry, I'll save the pseudo racism for the professionals shall I?

Now, I'm converting my CV into norwegian, (which was hilarious because I have the vocab of a five year old!!), and then Im visiting the local barna hager!
At this point, Im going for it. Ingrid is looking for a little somewhere for me to live alone for a few months while I look for the permanent income to pay for it! :) After all, we are team Ninja-badger-pirate!

No Ingie, we are not team hobbitz.
Ok maybe.....

Phew, rant over. Wish me luck yaal! Cant wait to see you Bloggers next 18th July! (If its still on?).

Oh and I went to Tysen Fryd!
More on this soon...

Takk!