<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21964448</id><updated>2011-08-05T19:06:44.460+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Linus and Castilnano</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castilnano2linus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21964448/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castilnano2linus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Castilnano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305357497644454158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://static.flickr.com/33/65535077_f519f9ccac_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21964448.post-113908060466751165</id><published>2006-02-04T19:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T20:27:59.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Castilnano to Linus Wilk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1178/1883/1600/mig_start.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1178/1883/400/mig_start.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning of December, I was out having fun with my friends. As we always do. But this night was going to be different from all the other, really different. We were on Bollywood I Oslo, when the phone stated to call. It was Alexandra, a friend from Sweden that I meet for some years ago on a bar. We met and just started to talk that night at the bar, and found so many similar qualities in each other. She is usually one of those girls that always are joking in the phone, but this night, she didn’t. Because this was this night that I learned that a very good friend of my, Linus Wilk had died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And than, there at the street at Solli Plass, I experienced something I never had experienced before, to lose a close friend. He and two other of his friends have been hit by a motor bike driver, and Linus and one of the other have died there at the accident, the last one entered a coma, and dies some days later. There was a funeral, but I didn’t get the news before 3 weeks after the accident. Alexandra, who knew Linus trough me, had not been in contact with Linus, before here boyfriend meet Linus girlfriend the same Saturday that she cold me. He died, and got buried, with me not knowing, running around in Oslo and thinking that we all live forever and that the future is nothing else than bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reacted to this the only way I new, to go one with my life, and go to school the following Monday, to go to class and keep up with the Winter project that we were doing. Just to have something to hold on to, something normal. And just hope, hope that he one day will call me from Sweden, and say, “Hey Cas, what’s on??” But days went by, and he never did call. The Winter project went out of my brain and out of my control. I just drifted away from the whole thing, away to everywhere else. Remember people in my class talking to me, and that I responded and made them happy with my answer. But I wasn’t really there, in the class room at U2 at Oslo School of Architecture and Design. Just my body, I really didn’t know what they were asking about, my brain was running auto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has passed, about 3 months since I got the news from Sweden. I have decided to take up his photos for the first time since the December, and take them out on the net. I want to be able to share them with others, to share our history with others. So that his friends in Sweden can se what he did when he spent some years of his short life in Norway. The years we got to meet. The years that changed my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This site will be for Linus; here I will upload all my pictures of this fantastic friend, a person that had so much energy and vitality, a vivid person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History&lt;br /&gt;I meet Linus in a very special places, a place a worked at for about 2 years. It was Shell at Bislett, and it was GREAT. Had a lot of cool people around me, and especially Linus. This Swedish talking guy started to work with me at the night shift in the weekends, and we had a great time those nights. It was eating cakes and drinking enormous amount of cola every night, and when he brought with him the Sony Vaio laptop, computer games. We talked about everything, from girls to design, yes, forgot to mention that, he was a graphic designer, and a great on too. We dreamt about the future, about starting a design company one day, linus &amp; cas corp, to take over the world and be the kings on the hill. We dreamt about all the cool things we were going to do, and about all the cool people we were going to meet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer came, and we started to kick around together in places like Oslo (Norway), Gutenberg (Sweden) and of course Roskilde festival (Denmark)!!!  We had a great time there, and I even meet Linus little sister in Denmark.  &lt;br /&gt;He then went back to Sweden and started to apply to his dream school, HDK, a very famous Swedich design school in Gutenberg. And he came in! I still can remember the day like it was yesterday, that I called me to tell that he just had open the answer note from the school and that he was accepted. We was nearly screaming in the phone, think the people on my school thought I was losing some nuts, standing in the schoolyard shouting and dancing. This was one of his lifelong dreams, to attend this school. And then, he also met what have to be a wonderful girlfriend. I never got the chance to meet here when Linus was among us, but from what he said about here in his mails, she was just the one he had been looking for all his life. They were going to Tango dance classes, and from what I could read, he was having the time of is life now. But, it was not to last.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really miss you Mister, but there are one light point in all this dark hours, and that is to know that you went out on the top! When your life reached its peak, with all the love from your family (hope you are all right, Linus sister… hope you are remembering Linus the way I am doing, as one of the most wonderful persons in the world, and how lucky we were to know him!!!!), his friends (still going strong Anders??), his school mates (a lot of love to HDK for taking care of my friend for life), his girlfriend (sadly I never get the chance to met you, but know that Linus loved you, so thanks for giving him the possibility to find some much love in another person!) and Aleksandra!! &lt;br /&gt;Thanks Aleksandra for being such a good friend of my! Have been thinking about it most recently, that is was so right that it was you that gave me the massage, couldn’t be anyone else. It would be so wrong if it had been somebody else, for me, you and Linus was so similar in the way of always giving to others, and always spreading your happiness among other. I think I always will se much of Linus in you, and much of you in Linus. Thanks!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://pulka.net/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Linus homepage, it is like he is still there when you are reading it. There is so much of him in this site! Don’t know how long it will be around since he probably had to pay for the server place and no the time is running out. But if not, this will be the never ending last site of our dear and beloved Friend :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LINUS WILK&lt;br /&gt;1980 - 2005&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything and for the sunny days we had, sitting in Shell, dreaming of the future!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21964448-113908060466751165?l=castilnano2linus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castilnano2linus.blogspot.com/feeds/113908060466751165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21964448&amp;postID=113908060466751165&amp;isPopup=true' title='194 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21964448/posts/default/113908060466751165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21964448/posts/default/113908060466751165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castilnano2linus.blogspot.com/2006/02/castilnano-to-linus-wilk.html' title='Castilnano to Linus Wilk'/><author><name>Castilnano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305357497644454158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://static.flickr.com/33/65535077_f519f9ccac_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>194</thr:total></entry></feed>
