Linnea

Monday, 3 June 2013

Etude Phalenopsis

G's Story - the invisible people

Guest workers from abroad came to Stavanger to work in oil. They brought gifts, according to a friend, dope and DVDs. Stavanger was a mission town back then. G met a girl, she liked experimenting with drugs. He started using, escalating to heroin. G died. In a public toilet in Oslo. He did not die of an overdose. He died because he did not have the courage to go to the doctor. He had gangrene in his arm from injecting drugs. Part of his story is that he a few months earlier got the top grade in the most difficult math/calculus one can study in a Norwegian hight school. Two percent of the students get that kind of grade.

What are we doing, forgetting everything that's important?

This plant was given to me by another forgotten person, an elderly lady who was very ill. I took her to the shops, nobody had the time they claimed, and she gave me this, I wanted nothing in return really, but I try to take good care of the plant to remember her every day.

C'Lines Whakan aka Nobu or Spinnvill

Noor

Friday, 17 May 2013

Etude Narcissus Poeticus II

Etude Narcissus Poeticus

Norwegian National Day - May 17th

I remember hearing a sarcastic non Norwegian politician saying "It is nice to see the children saluting their leaders" on the 17th of May. Originally May 17th was the day the Norwegian constitution was signed. Later a tradition of celebration started via Henrik Wergeland's work. Wergeland being a national poet believing in the nation building project, trying to take Norway from a small country on the outskirts of Europe to an independent state.

Wergeland started a celebration for children and you find a parade of schoolchildren in every town - in Oslo it culminates in front of the castle, the children waving to the king and queen. In my time, we used to shout the king's first name when passing the castle, no your majesty or anything, just his first name.

People dress up in their finery, enjoying time with their family on the 17th of May, the bunad (Norwegian folk costume) being dress or suit of choice. I love Wergeland's vision, his poetry and the sweet memories of the day from my childhood.

Norwegian parliament building, its chief official waving to the children. The marching band passing were playing samba :) - the marching bands are getting quite good these days!

The castle, when the flag is up, the king is home. Oslo's castle is one of Europe's smallest apparently. I try to be a bit careful about exposing stranger's faces, by the way