Hi,
I remember now, I've lost my passport, so I can't visit anyone in Europe.
The Norwegian Embassy in London use one month, to make new passport.
My half-brother, Axel Thomassen, used to live in Spain, and knew a Spanish woman there.
He lived with his late father, Arne Thomassen, (my earlier steph-father), and Arne drove home to Norway, without any sleep, for some reason, Axel said, in 2001, I think it was.
Axel was maybe going to visit me at the Forge, before I had to move, since my study-loan was delayed, and my studies lagged.
Axel marks territorry, in Oslo, (like a dog almost), so it isn't any fun for me, to live in Oslo, because my brother says Oslo is his area, and talks shit about me to all the women I try to chat up, on town.
So it's much funner in the UK, even if I've heard in Oslo, in 2003 and 2004, that I'm followed by the 'mafian', and a hunting-team tryed to kill me, in Kvelde, in 2005.
Do you think our flat-mate Federica, from Rome, was 'mafian'?
I mean she didn't like Berlesconi, I remember she said.
And her Italian friends were a bit peculiar, I think, and her father, with his beard, 'ciao', and electric drill, and he drove you South-Europeans, Federica, Claire and you, to see the Angel of the North, around that cathedral-town, Durham.
But anyway.
So I think I'm stuck in the UK.
I should perhaps not go back to Norway, with my brother and the 'mafian' and all.
So I hope I get the money from my property in Norway soon.
We'll see.
Thanks again for your message!
Best regards,
Erik Ribsskog