INGRID (ENGLISH VERSION)

OF SHIPS, STORM-TOSSED SAILORS AND HOUSE MOVING

It was late at night; probably eleven or twelve. During that time, the tide in Kirkenes had been swept away and the sailors were starting on their work, which would last for the whole night. From my room, I could clearly see the night sky and when the moon was full, the view was beautiful. However, when I suffered a lot of anxiety and couldn't sleep, I would rush out towards the sea. The sailors knew that I was young Ingrid and they already knew my parents. As both they were actors, people consider their profession really worthy, so I would also be given a great worth, as I was the young daughter of Niki and Tomas Sorensen. The sailors also knew that I was going towards the ships to help, as I was in love with the sea, especially at night. And indeed, at the night shift required a hard work, as the ships would be about to sail, as soon as the waters returned. However, I could do that hard work, even though I was a girl. I didn't care. The sea would calm my spirit and remove all of my anxiety.

It was this specific time, when the work was over at six o'clock in the morning and the tide started to move back. Then, although having my clothes on, I would dive in the not-that-clean harbour and later I would return back home, full of salt and a wide smile in my face. That day I opened the door of the house and saw mum, who had just woken up. She approached me and laughing, she said: "Poo! You smell like harbour oil!". Yes, I obviously smelled like harbour oil, as I was diving like a fish inside the harbour's waters.

Then I opened my eyes and realised I was lying in bed. I obviously had a dream. However the story above is totally true and it's all about a real incident, that had happened when I was seventeen years old. However, after all these problems I had to deal with, I had completely forgotten about that and thanks to my dream, the memory came back to my mind after all these years. At night, I used to flee my house and go to help the sailors. And harbour oil was a phrase that my mum had invented. Harbour oil was our motto between my friends and me, because at the beginning it seemed to be a nice and, in a way, funny word to use, but soon it started to become a part of myself. I was a marine girl and it was this harbour oil what I wanted to describe in our third album.

Soon, my new house was renovated. I didn't anyway intend to live in a house, which would belong to me absolutely, due to lack of money and also because I still had the need to be close to my parents. Far from that, the house became really beautiful. I filled it with posters, paintings, old furniture and a library originally belonging to my father and I even turned, in a way, my room into an art gallery. I was even thinking that if I ever move to another house,  I should either leave everything back or have to keep an extra room for them. Furthermore, as it was a rather spacious house for a single person, I carried one of our two pianos in the living room. I decided that there's where piano lessons with Lydia would take place.

Lessons started a few days later. I am a kind of person that doesn't form many questions, as I don't want to make others feel uncomfortable, therefore Lydia and I didn't talk about any of the deeper reasons why Kati asked me teach her own student. Lessons went rather smoothly and in a quite friendly environment. Even though I wasn't paid for what I was doing, I tried to create a professional atmosphere between Lydia and me. I consider teaching to be something, which one has to take seriously, so I had to treat Lydia as if she were my student and not just my band colleague.

However, I soon started to feel that this was something pursued only by my own side. Of course, Lydia was always punctual and sometimes she was practising more than she should. During the lesson, though, we'd waste a lot of time, because she was talking to me about her everyday life, even though the timing was bad. So I should often remind her that now it's time for lesson and we can talk about these things later. Indeed, I was a bit annoyed, because she couldn't understand it, as I obviously was her friend. However I consider that since I, as a friend, offered her the chance to teach her for free, she was obliged to have a perfect behaviour towards me. Or am I wrong?