We were getting ready to go to bed, Judit was downstairs taking a bath, Bori was reading a book when someone knocked on the door. I opened it, and didn’t recognize the man in question. He asked if we have a cat. I said yes, and I already got worried, he asked, white and grey? Yes.. With a tick collar? Yes… Then I’m sorry, but I hit your cat  with my car, and it is dead. I followed him down to their car, which was parked out on the street in front of us. He had a blue plastic bag, and I looked in it, and it was Elvis. I had already known it before when he said white and grey, but having seen him made me realize it fully. It was clear to me he wasn’t alive, but fortunately he didn’t look much damaged. I told the man I was grateful he didn’t just leave him at the side of the road, and made the effort to look for the owners. I also said I understood it was an accident. He said it was over very quickly, which was a relief for me to hear. Although Elvis was our cat he was in some way mostly my cat. It was me he always came to for petting, and I was the one he liked to lay down next to.

I breaks my heart that he left us so soon, not even 2 years old, and even though I know that life isn’t everlasting for anyone it still is very hard when this happens. We will all miss him very much. We buried him yesterday evening, under his (and his brothers) favourite tree, together with his favourite toy. I gave him a last cuddle before I put him in the ground. He was my sweet little demon, a gentle cat (he liked to nibble my fingers, but never bit or scratched anyone) and we all cried ourselves to sleep yesterday.

I will once again write a letter to the authority in charge of roads, asking that they reconsider the speed limit of the road in front of our house. 70 km is not a sane speed limit on a local road where there are only residential houses, most of which has families with children and animals. No-one could be in such a hurry that the 7-8 seconds added time it would take to drive 50 or 30 instead of 70 would make this much difference.

Life goes on, but he will be missed. R.I.P Elvis. 2008-2010.

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It was a bit cold when we started out, about -19, which mellowed to -16 by the time we arrived. We met with some of Siri’s relatives and friends, and had a lovely evening with good food, games and a warm toasty fireplace.

Since we started getting a bit sleepy we decided to head homewards a bit after 10. As we got half-way home I realized that we would be driving when the new years bell tolled, and according to Hungarian tradition, whatever you’re doing on new years day, you’ll be doing all year (which I why Judit won’t do any cleaning, dishing, washing or anything boring today).

When we drove it felt like we were the only ones on the roads, since there was a fresh cover of snow, and there were no other tracks visible. The snow also made the sound of the road very soft, so it was like zooming or flying forward, with a big trail of snow-smoke behind us, and not another car in sight.

As the time neared midnight we entered Sweden (probably we were the last ones to cross the Norwegian-Swedish border at Svinesund in 2009), and saw people starting to fire of fireworks. At the strike of midnight we were only 5 km from home, and listened to the Swedish anthem on the radio, made our wishes, and wished each other a happy new year.

An unusual, but lovely new years eve.

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Kan man inte polisanmäla sådana här idioter, så vägverket inte vidhåller att nejdå, den vägen är fin som 70-väg, och det är upp till varje förare att anpassa sin hastighet till rådande förhållanden. Bullshit! Vet inte hur många gånger jag vart med om bilar och mc som använt sträckan som hastighetstest. Vi har redan förlorat en katt där. Skall det behövas att det blir en människa som blir skadad innan någon säger “nejmen, det kunde vi ju aldrig tro att det skulle hända där!”…

Grrrrr….. En morgon ger jag mig fan ut och cementerar upp ett par härliga vägbulor á la vägbygget, så får vi se vad som händer…

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