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New Year and feel just as

cross-country skis are much lighter than downhill. They attack a rubber coated which allows you to lift the heel into the toe hooked. They look like ski discount, but are functional in order to ski in the plains.

And I click clack with his heel that rises up and leans, stands and supports, while the skis are on track to squish squosh dug in the snow those who preceded me hours or days.

'm half past two and consider a sunset that will last an hour, behind the trees around the lake I'm circumnavigating snow with skis on their feet. Hidden among the woods, look at me a few wooden houses painted in rust.

realize that it is December 31, register, forgot.

The evening begins before 4. The night is long and at midnight seems to be already 3. We go down to the frozen lake, avoiding the holes open for fishing, improvise a ten nine eight zero and arbitrary and Dutch Tomas is still trying to remove the seal from the bottle of champagne.

Back to hot and the girls go to bed one after the other. We somehow get me out until 2 am, but tomorrow should take advantage of the sun and you can get up too late. We even take the trouble to get drunk decently.

Later, on cross-country skiing on the same lake, but to the contrary, I realize that it is January 1. Register, oblivious.

My thirtieth New Year: a month of life spent in the New Year. At least thirty bottles of champagne, three hundred seconds of the countdown. And this time there is not even a World Cup, Olympics, a general election to be expected.

The new year would make sense in times when something really happens, like at the end of the football league. There is a winner, someone qualifies for the cup, others recede. Football and away again.

So among other things, in addition to integers, we also celebrate the rest of us, with barrels and drunken summer, even those who have been relegated. Or who is was downgraded jumps a year, but in this case, Lecce and Brescia fans who would never reach the age of majority.

In June there will be rankings of the best drives of the season, and summaries of past events, where no one would spend words to the speech that the President has taken towards the end of the first round.

But between Dec. 31 and Jan. 1 I'm in a wooden house in Mora, a four-hour bus north of Stockholm, with my mate Tomas adventures, his girlfriend and her friends in the Dutch town . Trees, snow, wooden houses. It makes the sauna and he dives in the snow that stings. Then he jumps in the shower without realizing that it's over the water hot.

But it is so cold in the north, at least until the morning when we leave for Stockholm. In one night the thermometer sinking more than ten degrees and -16 with the cold touches my sole of the foot through the reinforced sole of amphibians. Just in time to hole up in the train for three hours and look at trees, snow and wooden houses, which are yellow in the country, red rust in the woods.