Copenhagen pt. 2


Before I went to Copenhagen, I knew I wanted to visit Glyptoteket, an art museum that primarily focuses on sculptures but also has paintings from Danish and European artists. Entry is only 95DKK (aprox. £11) for adults and 50DKK (£6) for under 27s but if you go on a Tuesday (which I didn’t because I didn’t know about it) it’s free! When you first walk in, you’re met with this huge round room with a high ceiling (first picture) and plants and small waterfalls mixed with sculptures. Just that room is amazing enough to recommend everyone to go and visit it if you’re in Copenhagen or Malmö, the Swedish city just 35 minutes away across the bridge.

2018 is just around the corner which means that I go back to university in just little over a week – my final term (or, I see spring term and summer term as the same term because we don’t divide them here in Sweden) before I graduate. I’ve always been set on moving into proper city-London instead of my little suburb and try and find a job within film production or similar, but after visiting Copenhagen and seeing the success of Scandinavian films, I’ve been toying with the idea of maybe moving there. I will probably end up in London though, as the majority of my friends live in England (and most of them around the London area or max an hour away) and as barely any of my Swedish friends actually live in Stockholm anymore because of university. Also the fact that I don’t speak Danish but only understand most of it and I reckon most jobs require at least some written and spoken knowledge of the language.


& & & ! With the new year, I decided it was time to change the blog’s design – hopefully it’s slightly easier to navigate. Happy New Year to everyone who celebrates it!

Pia x

Copenhagen pt. 1


T H E   B O T A N I C   G A R D E N

It seems that I only have time to write here about once a month which is quite sad as my ideal weekend would be spent in my cosy bed with tea, reading blogs and writing here. I’ve been so busy with two weeks of shooting films for a Shakespeare project, presentation, essay and of course, my 10 000 words of death; the dissertation. I’m on the final days now, with only 5 days until hand-in and I feel a mix of stress, relief, panic and complete exhaustion.

I’ve wanted to share some photos from when I was in Copenhagen in September, which funny enough, was a trip to do research for my dissertation – which slightly backfired as the only material they had at the Danish Film Institute were things I’d already looked at back at the Swedish Film Institute. Nevertheless, it was a good trip with a mix of hot sunshine and pissing down rain (which at that point, I was on a bicycle and trying to not get run over by the other cyclists).

Graduation is slowly coming closer (6 months and I’ll be done with my degree!) and I’m trying to both keep sorta on top of my uni work whilst applying for internships and jobs for the life beyond academia. I’m having mixed feelings about where I want to go; I’ve always said I wanted to move into proper London (and not the little commuter suburb I currently live in) but now with such great success in the Scandinavian film industry, I’m keen on trying to get a job there as well. (also, I do miss the food) Can I do both? Time-turner?


Pia x

p.s. my last name change has finally been approved from Svensson to Josephson, in honour of my late grandmother Harriet, born Josephson.

From Stockholm to London

Earlier this year, in April, during my Easter break, I went travelling to see a few of my friends who, just as me, had moved from Stockholm to study. I used the Interailing pass, both to save money and the environment, but also to see more of Europe.

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An early Wednesday morning and I took a train from Stockholm to Lund to see Anna, who’s currently studying law at Lund’s University. I’d never been in Lund before, except passing by when visiting my dad’s relatives who live in that area, and I highly recommend it. Being home to Sweden’s top university, basically, all you see is fashionable students on bicycles.


Except for getting a tour of Lund, a town I hope to live and study in some years in the future, we also went to Malmö, a larger city ten minutes away. We sat by the water, looking over to Denmark, as the sun set.


On the Saturday, it was time for me to leave, as I took the train to Copenhagen, in hope to get a ticket to Lindau, in southern Germany. Speaking a mix of Swedish and English, I managed to get on a train to Hamburg, changing to a night train to Frankfurt and then another two trains. The whole journey, Lund to Lindau, took about 20 hours and I stepped onto a rainy platform around noon.

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Maria had gone to Lindau to study German before working at a hotel there, in, what to say, a quite boring town. Tourist season hadn’t fully started when I got there, and it rained for most of the time. But to be honest, it really didn’t matter that much, because I got to see Maria.


The plan was to take a late train on the Wednesday, but it was either to sit at a train station in northern Italy between 22:00-05:00 or to take a morning train to Zürich. It sucked having to leave earlier than planned, and getting less time with Maria, especially seeing as I knew I wouldn’t see her until the 6th of July. But I took my train to Zürich, ate an average baguette for €10, paid €2 to use the toilet and got on the best train I’ve ever been on, to Dijon. In Dijon, I changed to my final train, which was going to take me to Nice.


Linnea had moved to Nice for four months to study French through Stockholm’s University, and I came when summer just had come. Which was way too much for my skin who had only been exposed to the cloudy and rainy English weather for the past eight months, so for the first time in my life, I burnt myself. And it was bad. I laid in Linnea’s bed complaining whilst she tweeted about it.


As Nice is close to both Italy and Monaco, we decided to do a day trip to the Italian coastal town Sanremo, just a little an hour away with the train. On the way back, we stopped for tapas in Monaco and I got to see the famous casino. (only the outside, unfortunately)


Obviously, a trip to Nice during its summertime is never complete without going to the beach, and whilst it still was a bit cold to be in the water more than for just a little dip in, it was so nice just having a proper holiday without having to think about school work.


On the Sunday, about 60 hours before my final exam in Film & Television Historiy, my twelve-day trip came to its end and it was time for me to fly back to London. When I came up with the lift to my corridor where I lived, all my friends sat up waiting for me, and I was finally home.


Pia x