Wool sock theater and a false wine cellar

A little strange package arrived with the mail: it had wrong name and wrong address. After a bit of hunting, I found the girl who had been living in the neighbour house and was waiting for a package of wool socks... She was happy to get the package and gave me tickets to theater: this is how I, totally unexpectidly, got familiar with Ibsens "Folkefiende"; the enemy of the society - freely translated. Ikke verst - the most impressive thing was that this text must be quite old but it did not at all feel as if was that. Characters were clearly recognisable, typically narrow-minded people...

The other funny story of the week comes from fransk -kurs. One of the guys at the course works in a hotel, and the last course evening we were invited to their wine cellar. Which, after all is not at all a cellar. We had course at the second floor in a meeting room, then went down to reception and took an elevator to the cellar. But... Actually we came one floor higher up and ened up next to the meeting room. Luckily it did not reduce the quality of the wine cellar that it was not a cellar, neither the amount of fun we had :)