As the brokenstuff blog arises from the ashes of the volcano eruptions we'll celebrate by posting this picture of the broken sky.

So, while travelling and doing more research on broken stuff throughout the world, I decided to go back to Portugal. This time I decided to explore the parts south-west of Lisbon. More precisely the area from Ericeira to Peniche. I had equipped myself with a Mitsubishi Colt, my Leica and an apartment in Ericeira. All my Norwegian Kroner were exchanged to Euros. Once again I discovered that Portugal is full of broken stuff, and again did I do my share of documentation of this brokenness. Unfortunately, during a much needed rest during my expeditions I parked at the Foz Do Lizandro beach, sat down and wathced the scattered remains of things that once had been 100% intact and now had taken shape as broken stuff. I smiled and went back to my Mitsubishi Colt when I discovered that the lock on the drivers side (my side) now appeared broken. Never before had I experienced such fresh brokenness. I opened the door and to my anger I realised that the official broken stuff documentation-and-evidence-collecting-camera was stolen. My guess is that the Portugese government suddenly realised what was going on and wanted to stop my crusade. So they did, and by doing that, they also broke my blog. (How's that for irony?) I had a feeling that documenting and photographing broken stuff could provoke and hurt some feelings, but that it should come to this? Never! I am angry, I am at the airport, I am getting a new camera, and Portugal, are you listening? I am coming back some day. But for now, and for some time to come, this blog is broken. So am I.

So, once again a fat kid ruined for everyone. As i walked into the park I saw it with my own eyes. The fat kid, as always, pretending not to be different than the normal kids, wanted to swing as well. I shouted to him "Get your fat ass off that swing-set, you are ruining everything" but the fat kid was obviously retarded, or had his ears stuffed with lard and couldn't hear me. He put his wobbly body on the swing and the chains broke, hit other kids in their eyes, the other kids cried, the fat kid cried. His mother cursed. Once again had fatty ruined the game. So I persuaded the other kids to kick him while he still was down. They did. With their funny looking shoes with blinking lights. He's in the hospital now. Forever.

WOW siree! I giant sign torn to pieces and really broken. It must have been a small, but strong tornado passing by, as it seems everything else around is intact. This is close to Tønsberg and to be on the safe side I called the Institute Of Strong Winds, Tornadoes and Such Things to warn them. Now they are warned and precautions are being taken. So, than me for bringing a bit of safety into your life. Thank me.

This once so proud doorbell awaited me back in Norway. Guess someone was supposed to visit someone and someone didn't answer. The doorbell suffered for this poor friendship, being pulled from the wall you hang on is certainly a traumatizing experience. Let's all join together for 13 minutes of silence while we respectfully think about this doorbell. Never again will it speak to people passing by.

It's undeniable, this chair is unsittable, the furniture is broken, left outside like a lot of other broken stuff in Portugal. I'm disappointed. I'm going home again.

The show is over, the smokes have been smoked and this cigarette box have been clenched and crunched by disappointed, Portugese fists. Maybe the Strangler, who in vain tried to find someone to strangle only found empty streets, stray dogs and had to surrender and once again strangle his beloved Marlboro cigarette box. Well, here it is, only for you to see, and for the killer to forever mourn. Broken? Hell yeah it is.

Then I found a freezer. Taking some time of and spending it's holiday in the sun. I would to, can't stay cool as ice all the time. Sadly it has been in an awful accident, and will never again freeze that bread and keep those frozen vegetables in perfect condition.

This homeless, broken chair was last seen on the cliffs of Arrifana. Staring into the depths below it is obvious that this chair no longer want to be a part of our modern times. I asked if the chair needed some money, something to eat or a place to sleep, but the chair said "no, I'm not hungry or sleepy, and where I am going money will be of no use." The chair asked me to leave it alone, so I did, have you ever felt the wrath of a chair? Well I have, and I didn't want to upset it too much. So I left, and in the rearviewmirror I saw the chair move towards the edge of the cliff, stare into the void and jump to have a closer than healthy look at the sharp rocks below. you should cry now. A lot.