Monday, December 31, 2007

The art of leisure

Sleeping at least ten hours every night. Watching a couple of documentaries and a film a day. All the news. Going through all the books and newspapers. Outdoors for at least two hours. Spending quality time with cats dogs and horses. Cooking. Honestly. Now i feel readyleisured. Will start working tomorrow and that will be just perfect.

In love with Strindberg


Or at least with Jonas Karlsson's interpretation of Strindberg. Swedish Public TV has produced a two episode play about August Strindberg - one of Sweden's most famous writers. The play was absolutely brilliant and I am so sorry I cannot provide an english version.

The very instant the play was over me mom and dad began looking for the old books from my grandparents and great grandparents. All three of us felt an urge to read. Not having read as much as we wished.

As a russianlitlover i would say he equals Dostojevskij. Writing about good and evil - and above all - exploring god's existence. Although Strindberg has been accused of being a misogynist - my favourite book is Qualms of Conscience - about a united Europe, the Red Cross and gender equality. So he cannot be all that bad. The most famous books includes The Red Room and Inferno. Both in English.

Thursday, December 27, 2007

A distortion of normalcy

That is the term. A distortion of normalcy. When something absolutely unacceptable happens so many times it eventually turns normal.

Some weeks ago i watched a Swedish documentary - The Scapegoats - about some kids at a Swedish school making so much trouble they got suspended from school. The very minister of education made a statement out of this - explaining there must be law and order in the school and that he would never - ever - accept such a behaviour.

The documentary is very sensible - almost handcrafted. A necessity not to infect the situation even more. Providing a background to all the headlines. Continuous iterations giving a picture of disappointed immigrant families who see the Swedish education as weak. Corporal punishment is seen as the universal and only way to raise children. Stunningly unaware of the fact that their children fight the worst.

All through the documentary I am fascinated by these incredibly well-spoken and bright kids. Constantly with violence in the air. Recognise them so well from the suburbs where I have been working and lectured. So much love so much hate.

If one - instead of turning them into something as self-fulfilling as scapegoats - would channel their energy in a more positive direction - we would have the most well-functioning and multifaceted society. Even the king spoke on this in his yearly christmas speech. If he sees it - why can not their own principal see it. Or the minister of education.

The question appearing clearer by every minute is why these pupils - so empathetic on the camera - are so completely different in school. Why do they feel so left out. Why do they use violence. Why. Maybe because they do not feel the respect love confidence space they deserve. Maybe because they are not treated in the same way as ethnically Swedish children.

The psychologist in the show speaks about a distortion of normalcy. What is normal in an ordinary Swedish villa suburb with a majority of ethnic Swedes - is no longer normal here. In a villa suburb the slightest slap would be reported. Here the principle says jesus we cannot run around reporting all the time. The normalcy is another one. Within the very same Swedish society.

With that insight I listen to the principals weak objections that it is impossible to argue with convinced people - ie the immigrants with a so called different culture. Or - maybe even worse - that she sees no connection whatsoever between violence at home and kids fighting. Or that she does not see a future for these children. It hurts so bad.

After listening to negotiations in the UN - where Sweden is a leading country regarding children's participation and the abolition of corporal punishment - I feel totally devastated by this documentary. And to hear the minister of education being so ignorant. It hurts even worse.

The documentary will be on the net for some more days - but unfortunately in Swedish only.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Swedish winter landscape

Almost feel like a townie when i say i have only seen one moose ever. But the other day i saw no more than four. Unfortunately i did not have time to zoom - but i am glad i had my camera. Aren't they beautiful.

Beautifully silent and dark

Maybe the most swedish thing ever - is to complain over the darkness the cold and the silence. Clearly i have never understood any of this. At the very moment i am enjoying sleeping watching movies lightening candles and really fully embrace the darkness outside.

I do think my escapades in new york have some influence on my sleepiness tho. Yesterday night i slept no less than fourteen hours without wakening up at all. Or maybe it is the lack of a busy court-yard whistling neighbors kids with toy cars sirens church bells or not to mention firemen bursting into the apt eight o'clock a sunday morning.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Tribute to Lady

In my Swedish blog i have a picture of me and a dog. It is my brothers cockerspaniel Lady as a puppy. A tad bigger now - but just as cute. Perfectly well behaved and stunningly charming.

Finally at home

Stopped by my brothers farm to have a look at his new boxer Tyra. Oh my gosh i am totally in love. What a treasure. Absolutely adorable. Not to mention Lady who runs out of the picture.

Leaving New York for a while

Airports have a certain very special shimmer. A sense of wistfulness slowly spreading. Somehow this is both an ending and a beginning. And amongst all these feelings the beautiful simple technology. No sentimentality. Silence. Love the feeling.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Without my swedish safety zone

Living abroad i always have to confront my own private boundaries. Clear private boundaries that - in Sweden - are all natural and obvious barely exist abroad. No one here respects my wishes to be silent or on my own or on a double seat or with a safety meter. At home we are spoiled with almost an excessive respect for other peoples private life.

The laundromat is a very illustrative example. I cannot even imagine a swede gladly holding their dirty undies up in the air for a while - loudly gossiping with someone across the room - before throwing it into the machine. Or that i would - after an evening at the washing machines - know more about these people than about my own friends. Sex drugs and sicknesses are quite candidly discussed. Not to mention all those couples arguing about the domestic burdensharing.

At the very same time i do realise that swedes are unusual with all the space and high standards of ours. Somehow this material advantage made us develop our own culture. A culture of independence and pride that many times makes our lives so much more complicated. Having one's own laundry machine you wont knock on the neighbor's door to ask for some detergent - you will rather walk to the far-away store.

As an observer i sometimes get jealous of this unconstrained every-day life. Everything i would consider so private being so open. But when i become a part of this myself i get claustrofobic and totally escapious. I feel naked and just want to go home.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Winter landscape in New York

Could so not resist Raoul Wallenbergs brown fifties briefcase with the colorful hawaii flowers against the crispy white snow.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Timeless design

After some attention to the farmers market on Manhattan i decided to add some extras. Actually i got quite suprised by their recycling of all the old objects. Just as we do at home. This is an old milk bucket that i totally fell in love with. Gotta check with mom and dad if we have something like this at home. Beautiful design. Great recycling.

Monday, December 17, 2007

The country side in New York

Coming home from the office tonight i was tired and low with my pod at its very loudest. Even so i awaited the neighbor kids coming down the street - so they wouldnt have to get their keys and hustle the door. We said hi youre welcome and thank you. Somewhere beyond Global Deejays i suddenly heard something about a cool jacket. I just thought about the fact they had no jackets - so i turned around. A bit suprised.

It turns out these supercool hiphopkids paid some attention and tribute to my oil skin coat. I take out my pod and hear this beautiful newyorker accent. I really love your jacket. Thanks. Its so cool. Thanks. And i laugh a little bit and say its definitely farmers style. Her smile covers her whole face and she says then farmers style is my style. Then both of us laughed and agreed farmers style is the style. How very unexpected.

Friday, December 14, 2007

Subcool rain

That ice storm has not quite reached New York yet. But the weather today. My gosh. Subcool rain snow and pouring rain. Tomorrow it will be rubber boots and my barbour oil skin coat. Thats for sure.

First Avenue outside the UN

Always as difficult to describe the feeling of security threats. But a snap shot just as i went out the diplomats entrance to the UN shows all the police cars. Do note how many lights that are blinking even though there are only police cars. A tad tense.

In the eye of the storm

Just when i come to the entrance i realise i forgot my UN-badge. I call my lunch date and say that i simply will have to cancel. He says god no - lets meet at the visitors entrance and i will eskort you in.

So for the very first time i enter the UN through the visitors entrance. It feels quite odd and i laugh about myself being such a tourist. After a lovely lunch with the view of East River we say goodbye and i leave my eskort pass. When i walk out through the doors i realise i walk straight into yellow embarring tape. Two police officers ask me to turn.

I have a talk with one of them explaining i actually have a diplomatic pass and know the UN - so maybe i could use another exit. Kindly he answers me all exits are closed for now. Suddenly another officer comes up - notably more tense. Discretely i stay and hear him say there is a suspicious package - get the people out of here - now.

Slowly i walk back to the tourists. Without my diplomatic UN-badge i feel naked. After all the bombings when i lived in Moscow i by instinct put my drivers license in my pocket. It is all about identification.

Back in the lobby I ask if the diplomats exits are still closed. Well as you are not a diplomat - you stay here. Well if i am. The guards wait to answer. I ask if i could have a pass without the eskort. The guard directs me to the man behind the counter. Absolutely. If i am in the blue book. But i am not. Because i am not here permanently.

Ah. Even though it most likely is a forgotten bag i do not want to stay. Kindly i ask the man to check my ID to the list of passes. A phone call later i finally receive my card.

Slowly i walk through the corridor from the General Assembly to the Sekretariat. It is absolutely quiet. I think about what the officer just said about Algeria. Slowly i think i should call the mission. That i should call mom and dad.

Finally reaching the pouring rain and dark clouds i hear the cacaphonia of sirens. Realise that the whole first avenue is filled with police cars black vans ambulances fire trucks. Yellow embarring tape.

So calm at the same time. I can not do anything but leave. So i left.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

It's all about self-promotion

Have actually reassessed many of my prejudices about the US. But one image has grown stronger day by day. That attitude and self-promotion really does make a difference here. Thought about it when i was to chose roomie for the spring. Someone came here looking. All through the viewing she asked terribly detailed questions and put critical comments about perfectly everything. Finally i got fed up. My god. This is a rental apartment in Alphabet City - and costs absolutely nothing. Wooden floor newly renovated kitchen and wireless is actually really really good.

Honestly i told her i would offer the apartment to swedish interns at first. And suddenly she changed completely. Incredibly charming nice positive open. Then i realised that even to find a simple rental apartment one has to work hard in this city. Not only to sign a website to have a letter sent home and a key in the hand. Quite the opposite. Its all about contacts personality chemistry timing talent. Everything.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Farmers market in Manhattan

Just between my office and the UN - at the monument of Dag Hammarskjöld - there is a farmers market every wednesday. Somehow quite odd. But the apples are so good and the market is the only place where i actually found really good sourdough bread. And everything being so well presented. Like cauliflower in four colors.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Another dimension

Some weeks ago i discovered a blog by this Swedish writer - Jonas Bergh. While reading i got more and more captivated. Affected. The feeling was almost surrealistic. Just when i saved the favourite and was about to close the page i realised why. The site beneath was Pacha. Open Pacha at first and then Jonas - or any random poetic english blog. And realise the difference made by the sound.

Thinking a lot about sounds. Maybe cause i come from the countryside. All the sounds are so unique and mean so much. The sounds of the horse are vital for the way i am riding just as the whining of the wind will make me stay in or the sound of the thunder for what plugs i will pull. As soon as i turn into a cit i let go. The sounds dont matter to me anymore.

At home out on the countryside i am usually outdoors without the pod. Love the nature too much to pollute. But in the city i always bring it. To deafen all the whistlings comments looks raised fingers and cursing drivers. I even bring the pod to clubs just to listen on my way home. This fall i have constantly been listening to Claes Roséns beautiful Eighties strolling New Yorks shady and empty streets early in the morning hours. The feeling is indescribable. Listen.

Another absolute favourite is listening to cheezy swedish dance-bands biking to the office in the morning. How about passing some afroamerican kids or an american hard core pick up - with a cheerie "Nothing Will Stop Us Now" or "You Give Me Good Vibrations". My smile goes from ear to ear when i sneak in between the yellow cabs.

Monday, December 10, 2007

An astonishingly beautiful picture


Stayed home with a cold last week. The perfect time for a documentary. Tucked myself in with a blanket and warm socks in the sofa. My mac safely in my knee and full screen picture. Even good dissolution. Yummie.

My supervisor just told me about Ambres. A maybe somewhat odd fellow in a beautiful film with an interesting message. I felt it was worth an hour. With a quite clear picture before my eyes - i did have some low key expectations.
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From the very first scene i was absolutely spellbound. The documentary is a never-ending beautiful eternity with scenic landscapes dripping rain and sparkling fires. Incredibly beautifully depicted. Photo. Framing. Sentiment.

Although every single word by my supervisor came true - the most true were the words one has to see it. To understand. When the film was over i felt like a completely different person. Wonderful. Beautiful. All warm and cool at the very same time.

The film maker turned out to be Anders Grönros did make both Agnes Cecilia and the Glassblowers child - two of my Swedish favourites. Beautiful mystical depictions. Oh. I do feel genuinely happy when those talented people just reappears.

Ambres is on the Swedish website until December 25th. No English subtitles tho. Only if one buys it. Too bad.

9th and A

I am falling deeper and deeper in love with my kitschy neighborhood. Passed the 9th street and A some weeks ago and didnt know whether it was a restaurant or an antique shop or some kind of supplies. Now i know it is a perfectly beautiful thai restaurant with the cutest staff.

The hippie feeling with All you need is love love love love love is all you need along the walls and Serge Gainsburg in the speakers. Wildly decorated and simply adorable. Definitely my recommendation for eating. Far from the clinical fast food joints.

Thursday, December 6, 2007

Darling


Wanted to see Darling for quite a long time. Swedish film swedish everyday film. Maybe Together or Show Me Love. Otherwise not too many. Surprises me there are so few.

An uptown girl who - against all odds - loses both employment and boyfriend. Of course she lacks social security and decent family relations. Suddenly she works at MacDonalds with a middleaged unfortunate engineer. A winning story. Some scenes so painfully awkward i don't know where to look. And still i cant stop watching.

Evas absolutely monotone voice feels incredibly fake and mannered. At the beginning. But through the film it grows on you so that you can feel it all through your body. Finally a shiver of the voice is like a scream. A whisper an order. Basically. It is great.

Apparently it was a low budget film - but one cant tell because the photo is superb. And the music is beautiful. Reminds me of An unended journey and Métro Boheme. Peter Englund puts it so well - the camera rests not on the one speaking, but on the one silent..

Sure. I rather agree with SvD that it lacks touch with reality than DN that it is a class depiction. But it doesnt matter. Because the greatness of the movie is not to be documentary. Quite the opposite. I saw the film some weeks ago and has still not been able to let it go. For me that is quite rare.

Moments at the UN


Friday evening maybe eightish. Passing by the deserted General Assembly when my eye catches some one sitting across the hall. All alone in the sofa where no one ever sits. With the UN emblem just above. The street lighting outside the window. The silence so tangible i can hear it. The loneliness.