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Gösta Mittag-Leffler

Dear,
left the hotel this morning to come to Oslo to Stockholm where I'll stay until the end of February.
Just exit from I immediately realize that the sun peeped out there today would have seen in Oslo the few clouds that were in heaven (in a week that I was there I saw the sun once) but had to leave.

Flying above the clouds pass and the sun shone ... not so high but shone. In
discesca we rituffaci in clouds and sun goodbye ... who knows how long ...
arrival at the airport I see the taxi driver immediately institute he was there to take me and a English professor. He asks me what I'm here, I say to the end of February and add "I will be able to see the sun at least once, right?" Grinning he replies: "Do not count on it!"
sob ..
A passerby asks him if he would accept his credit card to ticket machine, he answered "Sure we are in a civilized way!" (By the way: my French is not working and I always use the Italian one).
we enter the English arrived in the snowy glades.
The taxi driver complained that it is too warm (5 °) and yesterday it rained all day and then it melted all the snow (I anticipate that once you get to our apartments there has accompanied the car up front because the snow around was so high that they would not open the car doors). After a 40in

km arrive.

Here ...

The residence welcomes us for this semester is a castle. It is said that its builder was that mathematician who took away his wife and a Nobel for which there is not the fault of the Nobel Prize in mathematics ... But apart from the legends of a ghostly place is unheard of.
We climb up a snowy hill between skeletal trees in the pitch dark of 5 pm:



... shortly after we arrived at the castle:




I'd say that speaks for itself ...

only add that the interiors are old wood (so that the leaflet is written not to apoggiare cup of coffee on the table because it could ruin but always take the appoggiabicchieri), there are horns do not know animals attached to the walls and dusty tapestries from all sides.
Even the bulbs are taken in style: they are light as a candle wick.
The secretary speaks English so I rintontisce british.
seems to be in the Middle Ages.
Castle, legends and love of mathematics, furnishings worthy of Canterville Ghost, trees skeletons that rise toward the sky in half a km of snow e. .. dark ... a lot of dark ...

I do not think that this time will survive.

Here the cheerful view from cabin window:





conclude with the photo of the sympathetic mathematician who has been a legend in the history of the Nobel spite of chitosan who happens to be named called "Gösta"