waking up early this sunday morning after a long saturday night out in oslo partying with neighbours, friends and strangers, it was refreshing to see the not-so-common sight of a cat perched on top of the slanted window attempting to imitate crows and crows trying to meow. At the film school where an alopecian psychatrist wrapped up the film session with a firm handshake, swallowed the key and opened the chest.. Two groups of tourists, one group of italians and one greek stud...ent of molecular biology and a group of flemmish belgians who stopped over in oslo on their way to miami joined the oslo free tour. We walked slowly through the centre, stopping at street art pieces to talk about art in the public space. We popped in to the kulturhuset and joined a group of people coming from all over the world to sing sacred harp singing ( one of them a charming irish lady, who told me that people often mistake her for another woman, as i had done, also she remarked laughing, the other person never seems to recognize the similarity even when she stares at them in what i imagine is telepathic intensity). After taking turns standing in the middle of the four singing groups and having eaten crisps and pastry for free, we shuffled on to crack the code of the giraffe E.T. hybrid street art. From the top of the 17th floor, on the roof of the silo student residence with rotund rooms, we admired the oslo bowl, descending , singing in the elevator, passing the stone-cold boombox and meeting none other than peter tale, norways only master painter! he took the whole lot of us to the market where he promptly ordered 13 beers which we drank together, bewildered, flabbergasted, star-struck! Petar bade us farewell and gave us gods blessing and left. We ended the tour at MIR took a group photo and shook hands. When all the tourists had left, a film viewing of "hurricane" took place at the antirascist activisten kafe after which the egg sculpture was commented on: is time flying inside the egg?