Skip to content

Archive for December, 2011

Click. Suddenly you have clicked yourself in the head.

Ideally this is how we would travel to people's houses. In real life we drive cars and it is windy, rainy dark and cold.

Here in Norway it is still Christmas. Middle Christmas, we call it. That is the time between Christmas day and New Year’s Eve. During Middle Christmas we mostly go to people’s houses and eat, or people come to our house and eat. The exception is when we go for the occasional walk or run. Or, like today, when our family decided we needed a break from all the socializing and eating. We just stayed at home and didn’t invite a soul.

We get together and eat, laugh and are jolly. Kind of like the seven dwarfs and Snow-white

We watched a cool movie together tonight. It made all the girls in the family cry, and the man, well, I am not sure if he had to wipe a tear or two too. The movie was called Click, and Adam Sandler was the main guy. You should watch the movie. It is worth it, and it will teach you some new cuss words too. I am not sure how you will feel about that. I thought it was pretty funny. Maybe it is because I am irreverent.Maybe it is because I am not a native English speaker. I do think the movie will make you laugh though, even if you don’t care for the cussing. That is my personal opinion. But more than that, it will teach you to live your life now, and not to fast forward it all the time. It will remind you about what really matters, and how easy it is to rush through life, forgetting that all those small moments will never come back.

I was massaging Kristin’s feet while we were watching the movie. She was not feeling good tonight. I was looking at her and wondering where the ten years have gone since I held her in my arms the first time. I thought about how nothing is more important to me than to let my kids know that they mean more to me than anything else. Elise is turning 16 next month and in some cultures she would be married off by now. I just want to hold on to her, lock her into a room and make sure I have full control over her life. I, of course, do know that is not the way to raise a teenager. I just wish I knew where the balance was between locking her up and letting her go to wild and crazy parties where there are guys and other scary stuff.

To learn what is going on inside my teenager's head. That is more important than email.

Click. And our lives may be over. Click. And we are sitting at a retirement home looking back at our lives. Click. And we will wonder if we missed it by spending too much time on things that don’t really matter, and too little time on what does.

Click. And I am turning the computer off, leaving it alone while I go and tuck my kids in. It is Middle Christmas and during Middle Christmas it is the people that matter. The people and the food. And when you think of it, what is the fun with the food if one cannot enjoy it with people?

We can not joy in Christmas Eve

I am so sad today.

It’s been weeks of frantic bustle. Getting ready for Christmas in Norway is not for the weak. In my business I have forgotten the meaning of Christmas. This, I am sure, is not a problem that only I have. How many of us stop and really ask ourself what is the meaning of Christmas? Oh, it wasn’t emptying our bank accounts in order to get meaningless stuff for our kids and family? Oh, it wasn’t to stuff ourselves with more food than our bodies can digest in a healthy manner. So if that is not it, then what is the meaning of Christmas?

Some Kachin children we met last month. What will Christmas be like for them this year? (photo by Leah, Partners)

The first thing I read this morning was an email from a dear, dear lady that I just met a month ago in Kachin State. She wrote:

We can not joy in Christmas eve, we are being busy and everyday we just got bad news. 
” I called Klara Lee (name changed) yesterday morning in phone. And I said Klara Lee” hello Klara Lee bad morning instead of I should say good morning. Because everyday I heard bad news. Yesterday, When I’d got up at 5:00 am, one of our staff called me to come ‘our’ clinics urgently. When I arrived to clinic, I saw one women who has four little children died already, She died after she gave birth, her baby also died. We did funeral services for her and her baby yesterday. She is refugee from Loi Kang, norther shan state. She has heart attack and got shock when she notice that her baby was not alive eventhoug nurse did not tell her. 

We are full of sorrow even in the ‘Christmas’ time. 

There are four orphans who just lost their mom and baby brother or sister for Christmas. They already lost their home, their school, their carefree lives in the village in the mountain. They are living in a temporary refugee camp that is under the threat of attacks from the Burma Army.What kind of Christmas are they going to have this year?

I have contacted my friend and told her I want to help the orphans as well as some of the other kids they have told me about who have urgent medical needs. I think I want to spend less on stuff we don’t need, and more on giving life to the ones who are afraid they will lose theirs.

I don’t do this often, but I will just this once: Do you want to help me? The four orphans will need longterm care. There are children who need surgeries that the parents can’t afford. There are families who have nothing to eat. There are siblings who are huddling together under one thin blanket, unable to keep warm in the cold nights of winter. They all need help.

This baby has a lung condition and needs medical help. (Photo by Leah, Partners)

If you want to help, go to our website and follow the instructions for how to give a donation. Make sure to specify if you want the help to go to the orphans, to sick children, or to the Kachin relief in general. Here is the link

OK, I am off to tell my kids about the four orphans. If I am lucky they haven’t spent all their allowance and they can give their contribution too.

Merry Christmas.

This world is messed up

My problem is that so much is happening all the time that I can’t find the time to write blogs. In my head I am blogging all the time. The problem is that I am the only one reading those brain blogs.

There is a butter crisis in Norway. There is no butter here and people are getting into fights about butter, others are selling the yellow stuff for way too much money on the black market. Some people are complaining that Norwegians are deprived. The government is not able to feed us. I want to send those butter-loving spoiled brats to a refugee camp!  The war is still going on in Burma, despite what the media and the nation’s leaders try to tell you. They teach sex for teenagers in national TV, during the time of day when families with young kids watch TV. They say sex has nothing to do with love. You are not allowed to wear a Santa’s hat at one school because the principal said it discriminates the children of different faiths. You certainly cannot talk about the birth of Jesus in public settings because that is very offensive and totally intolerant. People are on a low carb diet which means eating lots of butter and bacon and skipping the bread and porridge. Kids get free computers at school and feel violated when the teacher is able to watch what sites they surf during classes. The kids in Kachin state have to go to school in a run-down storage building and have no paper to write on. The world is discussing climate change, but none is willing to make lifestyle changes. The polar bears are dying.

The world’s worst dictator died. He has the lives and deaths of millions on his conscience and is responsible for unimaginable terror. People are falling over on sidewalks, crying for their great leader. Vaclav Havel died. A year ago I was in his office and marveled at his cool style in interior decorating. One of the world’s greatest leaders is gone. It is almost Christmas and my daughter says she doesn’t know if she believes in Jesus. It is almost Christmas and I spend more time shopping for gifts, baking, cleaning and stressing than time contemplating His birth and the circumstances around it.

What a messed up world we live in! How weird humans are, giving all our energies to trifles and forgetting about the essentials.

No women, no peace

As I write this it is past midnight and I should be in bed. I just went for a walk in the cold, the dark and the moonlight. It was therapeutic.

Today is a special day (or I guess, by now, it was yesterday). Do you know what it is: The international human rights day. Bet you didn’t know that. And it is the day that three women received the Nobel’s Peace Prize. Perhaps you didn’t know that either.

But you may have known it is two weeks until Christmas. To be honest: That is less important.

The three women were women I had never heard of before. Ellen Johnson Sirleaf (actually, I had heard of her), Leymah Gbowee and Tawakkol Karman. All three of them got the prize  “for their non-violent struggle for the safety of women and for women’s rights to full participation in peace-building work”.

Ellen Johnsom Sirleaf is from Liberia, and  is 73, and is the president in her country. Her compatriot is Leymah Gbowee, a social worker and activist, is 39. And the last one who shared the prize is Tawakkol Karman from Yemen. She is a journalist and activist, and at 32 she is the youngest person to receive the Prize ever.

“The promising Arab Spring will become a new winter if women are again left out,” said Thorbjorn Jagland, the chairman of the Norwegian Nobel Committee during the ceremony.

I would like to add that any spring anywhere in the world will become a new winter if the women are left out.

These women are brave. They have risked their lives for peace. I loved Leymah Gbowee most known campaign in Liberia: Organizing a “sex strike” in 2002, when women withheld sex from their husbands until hostilities ended. I heard the campaign was very successful.

Rather than me trying to retell what they shared, listen to one of the speeches here. Ellen Johnson Sirleaf. I have not been able to find the other two. But hold on tight. I will keep looking.

So tonight, as I go to sleep, I will remember what was being chanted at by thousands as they honored the three women: No women, no peace. No words have been more true.

Good night.

How to travel in China

Recently I went to China. It is a place I have always wanted to visit. My time in the country was too short and I intend to go back to explore more. But I thought you may want to read some about my days there through some of the signs I encountered along the way.

First we went looking for a hotel. We wanted something cheap and clean. This one caught our eye. But on second thought we decided against the Hump Hostel. We weren’t sure what would be expected from us there.

Luckily for us, we found a perfectly fine little place to sleep and rest. To our surprise they even had water that we could drink from the tap. We wouldn’t have known that it was possible had we not seen the sign telling us that the water was directly drinkable and we drank it without any concern.

We were however concerned when we entered the bathroom and saw a gold-colored warning sign screaming at us: Be Aware of Landslide! We looked around the hotel wondering where the landslide may come from, but since we were in a perfectly flat area, we figured that Chinese people have very powerful diarrhea.

After reading the sign about the landslide and drinking the directly drinkable water it was time for my shower. I was confused about how to turn the water on since hot water faucets can be very confusing. Thankfully there was a sign explaining to me exactly how to do it. The illustration along with the writing saying that there was hot and cold water made it easier for me to understand what I was dealing with. I also understood that my shower had to be done quick since the sign clearly stated that. While wondering what a Gentlemene was, I thought it was odd that there needed to be a sign that told the showeree that the floor was wet. I don’t know Chinese culture well, so I concluded that there may be ways of taking baths in China that don’t involve water. Why else point out that it was wet in the shower stall? And as I was intrigued with the word cautionscald. It sounded really scary so I hurried out of the bathroom as soon as I was done.

Ladies and gentlemene. For your convenience and quickness. Please refer to the illustration for use.

Going down to the lobby of my hotel I was concerned about breaking any unwritten cultural taboos. When I noticed a sign on the wall next to the exit I was not sure where to go. There were a group channel and a barrier free channel, it said. I didn’t know if I belonged to a group of if I was barrier free. Since it is a Communist country I thought that belonging to a group might be the expectation. But I also knew that China is trying to improve it’s image, so maybe they wanted us to know they were barrier free, and I should be too. I solved the problem by walking down the stairs that did not have any signs attached to them.

Outside things were just fine. We mingled with the people and made sure motorbikes, cars, trucks, bicycles, or other vehicles did not hit us. Since there had not been any coffee at the hotel we decided to go to the local Starbucks. The coffee lived up to the Starbucks reputation, and so did the bathroom. When I saw the sign on the wall, I was tempted to do what it told me not to do: Squat on the toilet seat. I resisted the temptation and continued my day.

It had been some busy months and life was taking its toll on my body. Getting a spa treatment sounded very tempting. There, right in front of me I found what looked like a perfect solution to my stress. The landscape into a hotspring. Wow, I would love to see that! And it got better. It promised water life and beautiful aids (I hoped they would look like Johnny Depp). That it would keep a goog mood sounded appealing too.

I spent a long time deciding if I wanted my back rubbed with a towel or my feet massaged with herbs. Both sounded equally tempting.

After the sauna/spa experience it was time for lunch. I was looking forward to some really good Chinese food. We went to a local noodle shop, and luckily for us the choices were many. I had a really hard time deciding between the noodles with 4 one-sided made of wheat, heart, face, white and soft body, taste somersault to wheat can eat sweet or the 6 months with the fattening of the 2-year-old healthy, mature cattle in the upper Luxi cattle and cattle abdominal muscles. In the end I settled for a vegetarian dish since I did not think I could eat noodles with a face white and a soft body. I also wasn’t sure if I would like to eat abdominal muscles.

At the end of the day we moved on to a new hotel, hoping we would learn more about this vast country by doing some hotel hopping. To our relief, we found that also in this hotel room they provided drinking water. And this water seemed like it would be even better than last night’s. I wondered when I had last drank water from a drinking fountain that was sumptuous. Maybe it had life-giving qualities.

The shower in this hotel was as confusing as the last one. It appeared to have hot and cold water, and it was up to me to figure out how to turn it on. Luckily for me, there was a sign describing in detail how to do it. But as I read it I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to shower that night. How exactly does one turn the cold hot object and then spray to pour to press to twist? At least the notic (whatever that is) made it easy for me to understand how to close the shower curtain and how to put the mat on the floor. I also thought it was very hospitable of the staff to let us know they want us to enjoy our stay in the shower.

Dear traveler. Please fasten the mat to the bottom of the tub and put the end of the shower curtain in the tub. Injoy your stay with us. First turn the hot cold object and then spray to to pour to press to twist.

We wanted to have a cocktail before dinner, and what better place to go than to the lobby. Going to the bar, however, we weren’t sure if we were in the right place and if we could get anything other than ice coffee. And the ice coffee could be very expensive. The bar, it said, was an Expense area. We wondered about that that meant. Did the hotel management want us to know that this particular area of the hotel was very costly? Or was this an area of people with expenses? Or did it mean we would acquire expenses if we crossed the line into the bar? We weren’t sure. Of one thing we were sure though: They served drinks in there. But that was all we knew. Except from ice coffee, we would have to be content knowing that only kinds of drinks were being served. Maybe the selection of drinks depended on what day it was.

Before checking out of the hotel the next morning we looked through our bags one more time, making sure we had not taken anything from the room by mistake. We went through the list and checked every thing off: Floor tower? No. Protects the pad? No. Bed flags? No. Pillow Core? No. Face tower? No. Gargling cup? No. Ash-bin or laundry basket? No. Television or mosquito killer? No. Drinking bowl or toaster (Toaster? Did we see a toaster? Face tower, yes, but was there a toaster in here?) Haning cover and Baisha curtain? No way. We would never run away with the haning cover. Slip proof cushion? No. And glass vase? Absolutely not.

We were pleased that the only thing we had taken from the hotel was the soap, the shampoo and the free combs. We could, with a clean conscience say that we had neither damdaged or polluted any of the articles by carelessness and we would not be expected to compensate a ccording to cost.

Our time was coming to an end and we had to leave this big country. I am sure I will be back one day. And now I am a little more prepared. I will bring my own gargling cup and I will for sure never squat on the toilet ring.

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 424 other followers