Twohundred and Third Asic- Warm or Cold is a Matter of Where…

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January is one of the nicest months in my opinion. The only truly competing month is February… I enjoy the crisp air and relative chill outdoors, as long as I am properly dressed. As a child I had great fun playing in the snow or going skiing or skating, but nowadays I think a walk is enough to get that wonderful feeling of winter that I enjoy so much.

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The other day I went for a walk to a nearby lake, where I stopped to take some photos. Two of the photos were taken from the very same spot, although in different directions. Those photos prove that it’s a matter of angle…;)

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Blue and white when the sun is behind me!

I motljus ser himlen ut att brinna!

…but when facing the sun, she sky seems to be on fire!

I rememeber when I was a child that we always played outdoors, both during breaks at school, but also in the afternoons when we were at home. One of the repeated instructions from every adult around us kids was; Don’t ever lick on metal! You can tell why, huh?

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The rewarding moment comes as you go back indoors. That’s when you either have a cup of cocoa or tea… The Swedish winter is as coldest in January and we also tend to have a lot of snow this time of the year, however this time I don’t think it’s very cold, only about -8C and only a few centimeters of snow on the ground, too… Perhaps I ought to be quiet… Who knows, I might be cursed with three weeks of Siberian chill!

 

One Hundred and Ninetyninth Asic- Unforgettable!

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Natalie Cole in Memoriam

Natalie Cole had a wonderful voice and her musicality was extraordinary and caught my attention long ago, although her music was not at all what I would typically listen to at that time. What first made me interested was the spectacular virtual recording with herself and her late father Nat ”King” Cole. ”Unforgettable” made me realize just how very good both singers were:

Unforgettable with Nat King Cole and Natalie Cole

I enjoy many of her recordings for several different reasons and one of my favourites is Paper Moon for the reason that the musical arrangement is so joyful and catchy as the refrain starts and also because the lyrics are quite nice:

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We have just passed Christmas 2015 and I always listen to Christmas music because it makes me in a certain ”Holiday Mood”. I always pick Natalie Cole’s recordings for Christmas because she sings with such emphasis and joy in each and every song. There is no way I would pick ”Joy to the world” as an example of this, since the sad news about Natalie Cole’s death is bringing me in a sad mode. Instead I choose Silent Night, for the reason that I will probably spend time this evening silently thinking of how sad it is that this wonderful artist had to die so young.

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Without Natalie Cole and her music I would probably not have listened to jazz as much as I do. You are unforgettable, Natalie! RIP

One Hundred and Ninetyeighth Asic- Same Procedure as Last Year, James?

Many of the traditions we follow have an origin in religion or culture and may be deeply rooted for several other reasons. I remember first time I heard a reference to ”the ball drop”.  Of course I did not understand what it was all about, simply because I didn’t follow American traditions for New Year’s Eve. When I watched ”When Harry Met Sally” for the first time and when I followed the Broadcast from Times Square, NYC and under Billy Joel’s guidance could meet a new millennium, I understood the connection…

Interestingly enough, from the 1950s and on, many of the Swedish traditions are closely connected to TV, but none of us watch a ball drop… As I have written before, we watch Donald Duck at three o’clock on Christmas Eve and on New Year’s Eve we also gather in front of the TV set to watch a certain TV-show, or rather gatered, since many people have changed their habits for New Years Eve. For many years we had just one single TV-channel, but when I was a child we at least had two channels… 😉

I remember watching two particular TV-shows on New Year’s Eve. The first show was a British production called ”Dinner for One” in English(”Grevinnan och betjänten” in Swedish). It was filmatised in 1948, so of course it’s black and white back then. Please follow the link below! The manuscript is written by Lauri Wylie and the two participating actors, May Warden as the Duchess ”Miss Sophie” and Freddie Frinton as her waitor ”James” have entertained Swedish viewers for decades. The repeated dialogue makes it hilarious along with excellent performance from both actors.

James: Same procedure as last year, Miss Sophie?

Miss Sophie: Same procedure as every year, James!

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The next traditional TV-show is connected to the turning of the year, at midnight on New Year’s Eve. Many Swedish traditions are broadcasted at a famous open air museum in Stockholm, called Skansen. In the summer they have a weekly sing-along-concert with famous artists and during the winter you can for instance visit Skansen for traditional open air fairs. On New Year’s Eve a concert is held on Skansen. The performance consists of traditional choir music, such as ”Sverige” (= Sweden) by Verner von Heidenstam with music by Vilhelm Stenhammar.

At the very end of the concert, a famous actor/actress reads a poem by Lord Albert Tennyson, called ”Ring Out, Wild Bells”. See quote below! (source; wikipedia.org) This year the poem will be performed by the Swedish opera singer Malena Ernman. Since this time of the year is generally very cold in Sweden, I remember from my childhood how the actor/actress reading the poem would generally be dressed in a thick fur and the following applause from the audience was softened by gloves and mittens… This year, however, the weather is not quite as cold. Who knows? We may hear a loudlier applause by midnight!

”Ring Out, Wild Bells”(1850) by Lord Albert Tennyson

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,

The flying cloud, the frosty light

The year is dying in the night;

Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more,
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.
Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.
Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out thy mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.
Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.
Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Ring in the valiant man and free,

The larger heart the kindlier hand;

Ring out the darkness of the land,

Ring in the Christ that is to be.

One Hundred and Ninetysecond Asic- Voices from Chernobyl: The Oral History of a Nuclear Disaster by Svetlana Alexievich- A Book Review

When Svetlana Alexievich gathered the material for her book Voices from Chernobyl  she made interviews with people who shared their experiences from the time of the explosion in the nuclear power plant. Sweden was the first country where high levels of radioactivity were first noted after the event in Chernobyl. Soon enough it was clear that the radioactivity was caused by another nuclear power plant than the Swedish.

I was nineteen 1986 and learned from authorities in our country that I ought to leave the berries from the forest and not fish and hunt if I lived on the east coast of Sweden. For all my life I had picked berries and made jam and enjoyed a lot of time in the forest. Now that was supposed to be dangerous and nobody knew whether activities outdoors would be dangerous, too. I remember being angry with the authorities in the Soviet Union for building a Nuclear Power Plant that was not safe enough. Svetlana Alexievich´s book remind us that the people who died to save the rest of us are our heroes. But did they have to die?

When we read Alexievich´s book we understand that authorities sometimes lied about the danger in order to get things done. They also used the military system as an excuse. When a young soldier refused to go to Chernobyl after knowing that he was supposed to clean the place from radioactive pollution, he was forced to go, or else he would be imprisoned or executed. The book is quite open with this and I now understand why the author has not always been welcomed by authorities in her country. I am however happy that she chose to write this book. When truth is revealed, it’s always easier to deal with the messanger, but this time the messanger got her story to be printed and spread, which is good for all of us.

According to the eye witnesses in Alexievich´s book and according to interviews made in different movies, such as the one I link to below, authorities did not inform the local inhabitants of the acute danger in the nearby area round the power plant and for the first 36 hours they did not even evacuate. The people in Pripyat, the closest town, could see the fire from a distance and they noticed that the smoke was blue and shiny. Locals were soon falling ill and had symptoms like headache, vomiting etc. At first the authorities let people go on with their lives as if this accident in the Nuclear Power Plant was not such a big problem. But as they realized the danger, they arranged for an evacuation, 36 hours after the explosion. They told people to pack for three days, but most of them have never had a chance to return to their homes in Chernobyl. Still many of the things are left behind, since they are contamined with radioactivity and lots and lots of things were actually buried in the ground.

Svetlana Alexievich´s book is quite dysthopic in a way. She writes in her foreword that she thinks that although the book deals with a part of our history, she claims it deals with our future. She starts off with a shared experience with a content I almost wish I hadn’t read. The first eye-witnessed story is from the widow of one of the firemen who died shortly after the explosion. We follow her and her husband as he ends up in a hospital in Moscow where he was taken secretly without his wife’s knowing. The widow does not spare a moment, but shares every horrific detail from his last days in life with all the strange symptoms and horrific wounds and thus my reading is already destined to go on until I have read the entire book.

Many of the stories are interviews or monologs where we notice how officers tell young soldiers to follow orders and when they do, they are forced to go into the evacuated zone to do the most disgusting jobs one can imagine. Afterwards they are changed and there is nothing they can do about it. Their health is ruined and although some of them earned some extra money or were decorated with medals, they paid with their health. Some of them speak as heroes and mean that without them the disaster had been worse, but some of them speak as victims and let us know that they regret their participation in the cleaning of the nuclear power plant area, since that has ruined their lives completely.

Page after page share the same feeling of lost future and dreams that will never come true, but also meet people with a stubborn will to stay in the area despite the danger. Many of the interviews show how the Chernobyl catastrophe actually made people in the area talk. They share their feelings and thoughts in a way they didn’t do before. The people who were evacuated live in a constant connection with their lost homes and the life they used to live in Chernobyl. By reading this book I became even more aware of the danger of nuclear power and also sadly aware of the impact in people’s life such a disaster causes. The book has to be read!

Please watch this documentary in case you need to fill in the gap concerning facts about what happened in Chernobyl in April 1986:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dS3WvKKSpKI
If you prefer reading, then please just follow this link:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chernobyl_disaster#Announcement_and_evacuation
 …or want to know more:

http://www.stralsakerhetsmyndigheten.se/In-English/About-the-Swedish-Radiation-Safety-Authority1/

 

One Hundred and Ninetieth Asic- Let it snow!

When I first visited Great Britain long ago and also when I visited the USA I remember us talking about things that are typical for Sweden. It may have happened that I uttered ”It’s very cold in Sweden! We have lots of snow in the winter!” Well, the point is, we don’t…at least not THIS year! So far, with only three more days before the Swedish celebration of Christmas starts off on Christmas Eve, we still haven’t seen the tiniest little snowflake in my part of the country. So, Frankie, please help us out! Let it snow!!!

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One Hundred and Eightysixth Asic- My lack of Star Wars Experiences

I might be the only one who has never watched a Star Wars Movie… First of all, I haven’t even got a clue what the movies are all about, apart from a few caracters I couldn’t help but notice when they appeared in newspapers or on TV. Secondly, I don’t know how many movies there are, what the story is all about and what might be the over all idea. I think I owe it to my lack of interest. I’m sorry about that. I guess some of you could die for a Darth Vader dress. I notice nowadays that there must have been a release of a new Star Wars Movie, but I don’t plan to go to the movies now either…

I remember long ago when I was in Stockholm for a few days during my summer vacation. I was all alone in my brother’s flat and he said that since he didn’t have a TV at the time, I could use his computer to watch movies if I liked to. He had Star Wars and The Lord of the Rings.  That was history by now and I was trying to find something to do. The first evening I started off with Star Wars. It was not my cup of tea, but at least I tried… Luckily I had brought a book. I don’t remember what book in particular, but I am certain it was not The Lord of the Rings by Tolkien. I remember I had gotten The Lord of the Rings for my birthday a few years earlier (the BOOK, I mean), but when the giver shared the story in brief with me, I decided to let it wait until I suddenly feel an urge to know what will happen in a fantasy world… That urge is still nowhere to be found… Anyone who’d like to buy a copy of Lord of the Rings in Swedish?

Next evening I thought I’d maybe give the Lord of the Rings a chance… Honestly, what is it that people like with this movie??? I pushed the ”fast forward” and stopped here and there, but nothing in particular caught my attention for real. It must have been a rainy summer, since I didn’t just go outside to stroll down the beautiful streets of Stockholm.

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I’m very happy that we all have a choice. Those of you who love Star Wars and Lord of the Rings, keep watching for as long as you don’t try to persuade ME. I guess I’ll stick to When Harry Met Sally!

 

One Hundred and Eightyfourth Asic- Christmas Time at School

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I heard on the news this morning that the very label of what we do in December is focus for discussions not just here in Sweden, but also in the USA- Christmas or ”Winter Festival” , that is the question…

As a child I always anticipated Christmas time at school since I knew we would soon be off for our long Christmas Holiday, but also because many of the school activities were a lot more fun then. I was nine years old when I for the first time sang in a school choir and since I enjoyed it very much, that was the start of a tradition in my personal life. Later I sang in a choir with girls only and we performed Lucia concerts every year from early December until Christmas. As a teacher my own students were involved in similar activities and many of them also played instruments. We all enjoyed the concerts and evening activities when parents were invited and often we also had fika. Please read more about fika in a previous blog post:

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Swedish schools have a long tradition in celebrating Christmas in many different ways. Long ago it was closely connected with the Christian Christmas celebration and I remember many events held in church with priests involved. I also remember how my class and I would build our own crib in the classroom and read stories from the Bible. Nowadays schools seem to avoid church activities for the reason that school in Sweden is non-confessional and thus Christmas is slowly changing into ”winter”-celebrations rather than ”Christmas” in particular. When I think back of all the songs we usually sing for Christmas, I hardly know one with a non-religious meaning… yes there are a few with just ”winter” theme, but really, most of them are based on a Christian belief. What will happen if we just refrain from singing them? Will they be forgotten? I don’t think so. I think music is an everlasting expression of emotions that we need to cherish no matter what. I also think that in the secularized world today, we sometimes need to focus on cultural aspects of traditions as well. Even if many people in Sweden not openly confess to any religion in particular, they may enjoy old traditions such as Christmas songs although the lyrics are written from a Christian point of view.

This year, the winner of the Swedish Idol contest, Martin Almgren has recorded an old traditional Christmas song called O Helga Natt (or Adams julsång). This version is really good and I advice you to follow the link and listen! Let’s celebrate the connections that are possible to make through MUSIC and if you are among those who cannot stand religious music, then let’s hope you don’t speak Swedish…since this is sung in Swedish;

Merry Christmas!!

or if you prefer a more profane greeting;

Happy Holidays!!!

 

 

One Hundred and Eightysecond Asic- ”The Last Witnesses:the Book of Unchildlike Stories” written by Svetlana Alexievich (1985)

The Last Witnesses: the Book of Unchildlike Stories written by the Belarusian Nobel Prize Winner of 2015, Svetlana Alexievich, tells another story than ”War Does Not Have a Woman’s Face”. This time Alexievich shows her excel by sharing hundreds of children’s memories from Belarus during the Second World War. I thought my reading ”War Does Not Have a Woman’s Face” would have prepared me for every surprising or somewhat appalling detail in The Last Witnesses: the Book of Unchildlike Stories but the fact is, I could not anticipate the way Alexievich had made the interviewed adults share so many exclusive moments from the past, filled with pain, horror and fear. Many of the children had been left behind by parents who either went to fight the enemy in the front army or in partisan groups and left their children with relatives. Many children were still in orphanages at the end of the war. Many parents never came back and their children still miss them:

”I’m already fifty-one, I am a mother myself, but I really do want a mother!” says one of the surviving children when interviewed by Alexievich.

What makes this book extraordinary is the way the author let short excerpts of longer interviews carry a few main topics that together form a war narrative we have never ever read before. The main topic is of course ”What happened in Belarus during the war?” however from a child’s point of view we rather see other topics, such as ”What happened to me when I lost my parents in the war?” or ”How could I survive although I didn’t have anything to eat except potato peels and grass?” and ”How could I survive and become an ordinary citizen after what I endured during the war?” What is even more interesting is that the reader is invited to read between the lines and make sense of all the narratives.

The Last Witnesses: the Book of Unchildlike Stories is close to the limit of what is bearable to read. One of the reasons why it gets under your skin might be that Alexievich has told the interviewed narrators to try and remember the way they thought when they were children. Obviously Alexievich succceeded since the narratives all seem to be told by children and not by adults remembering their childhood! From each narrator, Alexievich has found a central quote and the story is in a way interrupted by those quotes, changes topic quite often, but since the quotes are followed by the names of the narrator and their occupation as adults, the structure of the novel makes sense and the reader has a chance to a short glimpse of the adult reflection, too, since many of them end their narrative with a short comment about ”now”.

When reading the book, I think a lot of the many cups of tea that Alexievich must have had in the homes of the war veterans…and I also marvel about the way she has found something special in each narrative to tell us, however never repeating herself. Actually each narrator tells a completely unique story. They all share memories from the war from the point of view of a child, however the focus differ and thus a kind of quilt of stories takes form in my imagination. I read about personal loss, of fear, hunger, famine, children joining the army. I read about children who cannot go to school because they have to work in a factory or about children who don’t recognise their parents when they (if lucky enough!) meet them again after the war. But underneath the sad and depressing surface I also read about patriotism and pride, about never giving up and never revealing secrets to the enemy. The post war Belarus was completely destroyed and needed to be built up again and some of the narratives shared experiences from the postwar building up period when every survivor was needed, even the children.

But why would this book be necessary to read? The children suffered in so many different ways, but without the adult mind it was impossible for them to fully comprehend why there had to be a war. They needed to grow up in order to do so. We owe it to them to pass it on to next generation what a great loss they experienced when losing their parents, their childhood, their health and their innocence. Again, like when I wrote my previous book review: #This is a book that has to be read and spread!

One Hundred and Eightyfirst Asic-”War’s Unwomanly Face” written by Svetlana Alexievich (1985), A Book Review

War’s Unwomanly Face written by Svetlana Alexievich (1985),  is based on recorded witness testimonies and detailed analyses of an enormous material of interviews with female war veterans from Belarus. Each one of the women served the Soviet Union during the Second World War and find personal ways to share their stories. The stories are also very different from each other since the women all had different occupations, such as soldiers, farm workers, doctors, nurses, pilots, chefs etc. Very little from the eye witness testimonies is possible to connect to figures and places only, as usually when we read other historical data. Instead the shared memories all dig deeper into the unspoken question, what is human and what is not? We also meet emotional effects of war and mental problems, longterm health issues that the women suffer from in the aftermath of war. Was it worth it to serve the country during the war? If so, according to whom?

War’s Unwomanly Facereveal war reality as simply ugly, sad and extremely destructive. But it also share a completely new perspective since the usually male dominated genre of war stories, now consists of old women´s  stories and their sometimes shattered memories of the past.  The author has met with and listened to hundreds of women, at first unwillingly sharing memories from the past, knowing they may not be able to share without hurting themselves and the listener.  In their opinion so many of their memories are too difficult to tell….In their memories from the past we meet girls who lied about their age in order to serve the army, young girls, devoted to camrate Stalin, who never hesistated to give their lives for the future of their country. Young women who do not fully understand that the war may lead to death or to losing their friends and relatives. They welcome the sodliers marching by and they eagerly wait to serve the army themselves, not at all fully aware of the long term consequences.

Old women now, but young girls then, tell us how they never gave a second thought to their ambition to fight the enemy no matter what. They carried heavy weapons, dressed in uniforms way too big, since every equipment in the army was designed for men, not women. They experienced hardship in so many ways, but also shared the strength of comradeship, friendship and team work in impossible conditions. The women left their families, to join the army and more or less all of them recall how they during the war suffered from personal losses of friends and relatives who died or were wounded. They also experienced famine, fatigue and outbreaks of diseases. Many of their friends never returned from the war and the women who have shared their stories with Svetlana Alexievich all carry the heavy load of memories that are like a constant nightmare.

The Belarusian author Svetlana Alexievich never really hesitated whether this would be a necessary story to share or not. Others however, did… According to the author herself, people around her who read parts of the material, tried to convince her to erase some of the disgusting details and others even tried to talk her out of the whole project. They said; What could possibly be interesting with women participating in war?

War’s Unwomanly Face has made an everlasting impact on me! The many shared memories from female participants in the Second World War were so pure and realistic and told in such openhearted and individually different ways that one has to read on and on to learn more. Each one of the stories share a new angle of the war from a day to day basis and when you thought you had read the absolutely most disgusting part, there is another one, even worse. My imagination would never had reached as far as these true stories do.

#This book has to be read and spread! 

The ninetyninth åsic- Berlin Wall Memorial today

Today twenty-five years has passed since the Germans from both sides of the Berlin Wall could reunite with relatives, friends and lovers from the other side of the wall. This is indeed a day to celebrate!

 

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In so many parts of the world,  walls are built rather than destroyed. Strong borders can both be seen as a way to prevent others to visit, but even more sad is when national borders are used to prevent people to travel out of a country and find their happiness elsewhere. Who wouldn’t want to be as happy as possible? What if you wished to move to another city and a law said no… or what if you wanted to move to another country, and your prime minister had said that it was against the law to leave your country without permission? I cannot fully comprehend what it would be like to be trapped like that, but I have met people in my life who have shared their stories. My relief over not having to think about how to leave my country is monumental.

When borders aren’t there and people are allowed to move between countries, they may still end up in an aleniated reality in a segregated suburb, or they may realize that despite the struggle and hardship they have experienced, their new life as excluded from the feeling of ”we” is far from what they had anticipated in the first place. When poor citizens in a certain country move to places where many rich people live, they may meet such features as gated communities, because the rich fear the poor.

Not only national borders or gated communities are  obstacles in people’s lives. Sometimes borders are built within each human, in fear of another religious belief, another political idea, a different set of ethical rules etc.Let’s not build walls! Let’s tear them down! Plural societies are stronger than monocultures in the long run.

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