© Jen		The Flogsta Roar
Written Work Poetry Thoughts   30 Dec 98   30 Nov 97   3 Nov 97   21 Aug 97   18 aug 97   3 Mar 97   2 Mar 97   27 Feb 97   19 Feb 97   1 Feb 97   28 Jan 97   22 Nov 96   11 Nov 96   29 Oct 96   25 Oct 96   14 Oct 96   6 Oct 96   30 Sep 96 Stories		It's the strangest thing. You'd almost not think it true if you hadn't experienced it, but at ten p.m. every night in Flogsta there is heard a roar. Not just someone roaring, but many persons all roaring. Maybe I shall clarify; many students all roaring. But why such a phenomenon? Well, don't think it's not founded, nothing is ever unfounded in Uppsala, the oldest University town in Sweden. It is a roar of despair of anguish of anxiety of dread. I don't suppose you know this, but Flogsta is the part of town where probably the largest number of the students of Uppsala University live. Certainly nearly everyone lives here at one point or another. Here are twelve seven-storey houses with 24 students on each floor. And all these students at some time have exams. It is to these that the roar can be ascribed. It is rather an amazing thing actually. Very many go out on to their balconies or open their windows at ten to roar along with everone else and some go out just to listen to it. I like to open my window and lean out to listen to their chorus. I have as yet not joined in. I have as yet not felt like I needed to. Even though I have recently found out that my economy from now on might get rather tricky it wasn't enough to make me roar of despair. I shall always enjoy listening to the Flogsta roar I think. When I am old it will remind me of my time at the University of Uppsala, and I shall always find it amusing, but I shall consider it a defeat to ever join the chorus of angst. 97-08-21