Russian men, the beach and trying to read

So I had 3 separate
Russian guys
trying to pick me up
today at Brighton Beach
near Coney Island

The first one came up to me
with his phone to his ear
and asked
if I just tried to call him

???
(Was that a good pick-up line you think?)

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The second said he worked
For the Russian government
And that he recognized me (?)
and then asked me if my husband
was Russian

He was disappointed when I said
he was Swedish
He left with a ”my bad luck”

IMG_6833The third just said something
In Russian
I stared at him and
looked down at my book.
See – I had taken the subway
to the beach to enjoy
the last late-summer temperature,
and to be by myself and re-visit
my youth by reading “The Mudd Club”

Meaning that every time
one of those three guys
came up to me and
wanted my attention
I looked up from the bookIMG_6828
And – since I was in my
20-year-old mind –
I got very confused to see
a 55+ Russian man
wanting to talk to me

As this never happen to me
in my usual neighborhoods
I wonder if I should consider
this experience
a compliment
or an insult?

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and then there is the guy with the suit-cases

See, there isn’t just
the guy in white
there is another New York mystery guy
too
The guy with the suit-cases
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His base is Houston street
between Avenue A and B
Sometimes he has only
5 suitcases,
all locked up together in a pile
Sometimes the whole block
has little stations of suitcases
with anything from 5 – 15 suitcases
placed in different parts of the block

All with locks

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…and he is somewhere near by
having this constant conversation
with somebody invisible

He sounds angry and concerned

You might have seen him
He is maybe around 35
White
A little heavy.

Around 11pm,
he sometimes
goes through the trash
from Union Market.
There is left-over sushi there
In nice packages

He sits on the steps
near his suitcases
and eats his sushi
talking to the air

But I still wonder …
those suitcases –

where do they come from?

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the Mudd Club book release event

It was an evening of time travel
walking around squinting
like at a high school reunion
trying to see the young person
in the old person in front of you
But better
At a high school reunion
you have nothing in common
with anyone
At this reunion
I felt as if anyone
who were still alive
got it

And then I went home
and opened the book
and there I was
a very young Ingrid
with Meling o mel mud club
behind Richard’s hand
waiting to get in

If you were not there – get the book
If you were there – and are still alive
Get it and enjoy being back.

 

 

so what’s up with Queens?

I never went to Queens.
Ever
in the old days.
Never.
Queens???

Not until 2013
when we got lost
on our way to Kristofer’s photo exhibit

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I was allowed on one of their bikes
Would not ever happen
with their Manhattan colleagues
The once on 3rd street

 

 

 

 

Now I’ve been twice to the Korean bath1455990_10152405904932516_1404257474_nFour times to basements in Flushing to eat sublime Chinese dimsum.jpg

 

And then recently when I took the F-train to Forest Hills to visit Odella. On the way there, a lady sitting next to me opened a fancy box that contained a huge expensive looking pastry with fresh berries on top. She ate it all by herself with pleasure on a crowded F-train. On the way back to Manhattan a female clown in full costume and makeup got on at the Roosevelt Ave stop. She put on her glasses and then quietly read something on her phone

And all this happened in Queens

 

The guy in white on the Lower East Side

He wanders and wanders and wanders
back and forth.
I see him on Houston Street
or Delancey
Sometime I see him moving the trash-can
from one side of the street-corner
to the other
and then,
he moves it back again

He is always in white
clean, crips white

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He never talks,
until the other day
out of the blue
he asked me for a quarter
and then said thanks
when I handed
him a dollar.

I need my quarters for the laundry.

Somebody said he lives on Orchard Street
He is one of those
New York mysteries.

 

Us Swedes on the Lower East Side

I am starting this blog with a mood-photo from a walk home one summer evening with my husband Johan and my friend Kris who I went to high-school with. All three with our roots in Stockholm but now re-planted since decades on the lower east side of Manhattan.

This blog will not be much text. More like just photos and little reflections from what I see in my daily life here and maybe some recommendations of really great dive-bars and neighborhood restaurants.

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