siitam

I watched the northern lights one night..

2011-02-06T13:39:00.002Z

My new years eve 2010/2011

2011-01-06T17:32:00.000Z

Add a 12 course dinner, a lot of sparkling wine, and party/bar hoping and you get a pretty awesome New years eve!

Icelandic reggaeband Hjálmar sings about the sheep Einar (Kindin Einar)

2010-12-03T11:55:00.000Z

Grimsey island in pictures

2010-11-23T12:18:00.000Z

Icelandic lessons

2010-11-17T17:42:00.000Z

I just started icelandic lessons here in Akureyri on Monday (and tonight I am going again). I love the icelandic language, but the grammar is killing me. Every word changes depending on how you use it (even my name Anna sometimes becomes Önnu)!

So you can call me Anna, Önnu, Anita (that is what some people call Annas in Cuba) or Peaceful Elegance (that is how they translated Anna to chinese at a meeting in Shanghai)...

Roadtrip in Iceland

2010-11-10T20:54:00.000Z

View from my window this morning

2010-10-21T13:45:00.000Z

Welcome winter!

Icelandic art

2010-10-17T18:30:00.000Z

Iceland's answer to Mumford & sons

2010-10-16T15:28:00.000Z

Good morning my Muu

2010-10-15T09:29:00.000Z

Muu milk

Akureyri - my new home town

2010-10-11T19:28:00.000Z

Keep the ice & the land in Iceland

2010-10-05T19:54:00.000Z

Just look at this beautiful nature. I don't understand that icelanders don't care more about keeping all this amazing beauty. Please drive less (take the bus, walk, bike what ever- especially for distances shorten than one single kilometer, please), stop all this aluminum factory madness, just look at what just happened in Hungary. It is dangerous! Join a climate movement today (such as 350.org).

Bless,
Anna

Views from an icelandic boat

2010-10-04T22:34:00.000Z

How to make an active vulcano cake:

2010-09-22T17:36:00.000Z

Looks yummy!

Learning icelandic

2010-09-21T07:51:00.000Z

This is one word (ONE word). I know I said that my goal is to be fluent and I haven't even really started learning yet, but this is scary....

A weekend in the nature

2010-09-20T13:27:00.000Z

Icelandic horses

2010-09-20T13:18:00.000Z

I love icelandic horses! They are so sweet & small (and fat). One day I will also ride one, but probably not bareback.. These two friends how ever took the chance and did!

Goodmorning Reykavik!

2010-09-17T10:38:00.000Z

Kiss my ash- cause I am in Iceland now!

2010-09-16T17:12:00.000Z

Arrival in Reykavik

2010-09-16T08:43:00.000Z

Late last night I was picked up by a nice icelandic girl from the airport and it was dark outside, I mean really black. I couldn't see a thing. But the sky was pretty. She took me to a house where I will be staying for some days of training and bureaucracy.

Today I am getting registred in Iceland. I wonder if it is anything like the process of registrating in Berlin. If it is I am in for a long day of waiting and confusion.

Oh and I have already learned some words:
Góðan natt= good night
takk= thank you

(those are like swedish so I picked them up quickly. I also learned some valuable words from the only icelandic movie I know, When the raven flies or as it is called in icelandic: Hrafninn flýgur. I learned that a lot of swedish words could be combined with -ur and turn out icelandic. Such as flyger-flygur, kniv-knivur)

Wish me luck!

Once again, I am packing my bags..

2010-09-09T07:35:00.000Z

This time I am moving to Iceland.

- Why, you ask. Isn't it going to be cold there?

- Yes,it probably will. But not colder than Sweden, and they have hot springs, and vulcanos (hopefully there will be no ash incidents while I am there though).

I have always wanted to visit Iceland. It is like a dream come true. And now it is time. I also wanted to do something new for some time. And this was just what I was looking for.

Now I am trying to fit my life into suitcases (again). One could think that I am an expert by now (which I probably am, but I am always trying to push the limit). I have to let you all know that I am an addict to clothes and shoes. I can't explain all my stuff in any other term. I have cleaned out my closet and gave away over 6 overfilled bags to charity the other day but still I can't bring it all...

Wish me luck. If you don't hear anything for a day or two, go look for me under the mountains of clothes..

Bye Cuba, bye 2009

2010-01-21T14:06:00.002Z

It was a crazy year and a crazy trip filled with adventures, amazing people, sunshine, beaches and salsa. Unfortunatly I couldn't blog as often as I wanted to due to the slow or non-existing internet situation on the island. It was a spectacular year though and I am so grateful and happy for all the wonderful people I shared it with! I have no clue of how this year will end, but it has started very cold in Berlin...

My Cuba

2009-12-19T19:24:00.003Z

Me and my Cuban family

2009-11-14T18:22:00.002Z

My Cuban dad Carlos turned 47 yesterday and we had a huge party with lots of people, lots of rom. The party started out with Dominos then moved on to Kareoke (only, literally only spanish songs that everyone already knew by heart exept for the poor little swedish girl) and ended up with a lot of salsa dancing. I have had a few salsa lessions now and I love it, but it is really hard to let the guy lead. I think I enjoy being the better dancer and the being able to have things my way on the dancefloor (maybe not only on the dancefloor.. eeh.) and it is really hard for me to give up the power and relax. But my dance teacher has a lot of patience and even lets me lead sometimes.. Except for the domino and salsa and of course spanish, I am really learning to appreciate art much more. A lot of art is so political here and it exists so much amazing contemporary art here I could spend days and days on in galleries.

Mucho gustom Cuba

2009-10-20T19:21:00.003Z

Nice to finally meet you Cuba! I am speechless. Everyone here are so friendly and I feel very welcome. I like walking down the streets without seeing any commercial (or as my Spanish teacher Carolina calls it: Propaganda). I am looking for a bike though. It is very difficult. I picture it somewhat similar to the process of buying a trabant in the DDR. But I have met someone who tells me he could get me a bike. I hope that he wasn't just sweet talking me.. I'll keep you posted.

The adventure begins

2009-10-17T23:13:00.003Z

I am leaving early tomorrow morning and flying to Havana via Paris. I am a bit nervous but very excited.Tomorrow evening I will be in Cuba and I will tell you all about it, so stay tuned! With love, liebe & kärlek, Anna

Blog action day on climate change

2009-10-15T17:52:00.002Z

Today, the 15th of October it is the Blog action day, this year on climate change; a topic which I have had the chance to work with the last couple of weeks with Avaaz and the Action Factory Europe. The clock is ticking with this topic. What is going to happen in Copenhagen in December? I am gonna follow the topic from Cuba and hope that my and many other´s efforts are going to pay of. Listen to this memorable speech (it was a while back but we shouldn´t forget.

Dear diary

2009-10-13T09:36:00.006Z

I have been trying and trying to keep a diary since a couple of years back when my personal coach gave me diary homework. I also have friends who love to write in their diaries. I do it at times, and then I don't. I can't seem to keep a habit (maybe because I am not a fan of regularities). Or maybe it just isn't fun enough? Maybe I need to make it more fun somehow? (I am sure that I will have tons of crazy stories to tell my diary about from Cuba though).

Mission of the day: Espanol

2009-10-11T13:46:00.004Z

Hola! I got this CD with music from my friend Alicia at my crazy goodbye party in Berlin last weekend (with crazy, I do mean CRAAZY but also absolutely perfect and wonderful and great, kinda like this song by Lykke Li: Dance,dance, dance ). Anyhow. Thanks for this great CD Alicia! It really helps me get in the "Cuban mood" I love it! I should start reviewing my two weeks spanish course and get into the language as well. It is my mission of the day (or this week, or actually the rest of this year I suppose). Only 7 days to go, on the 18th of October "I am leaving on a jetplane"..

Cuban talks and crazy cabarets

2009-10-10T10:33:00.007Z

When I tell people that I am going to Cuba most people are amazed and starts asking questions, but this was probably the most absurd one: Late last night (or early this morning) I got into a taxi to head back from my dear friend Linn plockepin's Cabaret which was some crazy shit, I laughed so much that I cried, look at this: Anyhow as I got into the taxi and was just about to close the door the taxi driver yelled at me to put on my seatbelt with a very militant voice. I closed the door within a second and jumped a bit in my seat before I put my seatbelt on. He then started to ask a few short questions such as "Nice evening?" and "Cold outside?". I told him that I didn't mind the cold that much since I would soon escape it and go to Cuba. This gave him sort of a creepy smile and he told me that he always wanted to go to Cuba and he planned to do his next holidays there and he mentioned his wish for nothing to change. He spent his last holiday in Burma (!) and he had loved it. I asked if he had a thing for visiting dictatorships. He answered that he already had one at home with his wife...

Practical shopping?

2009-10-09T14:00:00.007Z

So me and my mum went to our traditional café yesterday and planned what I needed to buy before Cuba. I made a list of things to buy and came home with approximatly....10 things that weren't on the list, like this pretty purse and a pair of winter boots (really necessary.. or eeh.. not). I how ever bought a very practical and small towel. I also didn't manage to buy the most important thing (the backpack mentioned below) but luckily I have a stepdad who is very practical and went out and found me a very practical (and actually fairly fashionable) one and it was standing there waiting for me as I came home completely beat after a long afternoon of running around in not so practical stores.. I should probably do something more practical right now but I am taking a break. I need my energy for tonight as my best friend Linn bisquit is having a cabaret performance tonight..

Mission of the day: Getting started

2009-10-08T11:50:00.005Z

With this very strange looking (what I think is watermelon tasting) medicine I am trying to get healthy and motivate myself to get out of bed and starting to get some preparations done. Misssion 1: getting started Submission 1a: going to start the day with my mum at a café to make lists of things to buy Submission 1b: starting to look for things I need to buy Possible submission 1c: actually buying some things (unsure if this will actually happen today) Wish me luck!

And I am back

2009-10-07T14:17:00.004Z

After a long silence, I have decided to bring this blog back to life! It has been a while since last time and I am not even going to try to make some sort of recap of it all. I am starting brand new. Right now I am in Sweden visiting family and friends and trying to prepare myself for my next adventure: Cuba! Cuba has been a dream destination for me a long time, and now it is finally time to learn some spanish, drink some mojitos and cuba libres and try to understand the Cuban way of life. I am going to stay 2 months and head back before christmas (yes mum, I promise). I have a few things to accomplish before I begin my journey: * improve my very poor spanish skills (good luck me) * buy a practical, comfortable AND somewhat fashionable backpack (yes, I am from Sweden, I find fashion and style somewhat important)- preferably a magical backpack that can turn my stuff lighter and never reach over 20 kg * write a list of things to bring (and try not to bring anything that is not on the list- I am terrible with packing and just keep packing until there is NO space left) * Try not to forget some important things beforehand Please enlighten me if you think I have forgotten something completely. I only started thinking about this stuff today.

Twitter

2009-03-01T13:55:00.005Z

As you may have noticed, this blog is not very updated. This blog is on hold until further notice but you can check my miniblog at twitter: www.twitter.com/siitam

Life and death

2008-10-23T15:28:00.003Z

Sometimes life is ironic. The day after our "Die-in" event for more research and treatment of Tuberculose it happened. I was on my way to Sweden to try to be able to say goodbye to someone who has meant a lot to me growing up. She was like an extra grandmother to me. She was an inspiration, a positive bright light in a sometimes dark and negative world. Now she has left us. Vila i frid Hanna.

Iphone and new business cards

2008-10-04T17:01:00.003Z

I had a really good week. It started with a trip to Olso with the German Youthpress. I got the chance to prove that I am able to moderate conferences in german as well.. Not as perfect as my team moderator Marco (but he really is german, so I am not feeling too bad about that)... We discussed the topic of foreign correspondence and crisisjournalism with 150 young journalists and active journalists from the field. It was filled with interesting stories, intense discussions and waves at see.. I also received two other nice things this week - my Iphone and my new business cards for Waste of paper! I spent almost the entire day yesterday (since it was a national holiday here yesterday) playing with my Iphone, adding applications, trying everything out. I love it! I don't understand how I could have lived my life without it or how people do it without this amazing tool. No, but honestly, it is great and I love it. Other then that I am working my ass of by MSF. We are preparing a big event in front of the Bundestag the 16th of October for more TB research and access to medications. This is my life right now, living with my iPhone in Kreuzkölln, Berlin. It could hardly be any better...

Busy busy

2008-09-17T09:20:00.004Z

I haven't written so much in the last weeks. I am working 8 hours a day for the Access to Medications campaign at Doctors without borders in Berlin. It is a work which provides me both with my interest for learning and my journalistic skills. This weekend, I moderated for the first time in German and soon it will happend again, but then not in the medicines field but in the good old journalistic field with the German Youthpress (Jugendpresse Deutschland). I am really looking forward to this as well. Hopefully soon, I will share some of my new thoughts with you for discussion. In the meantime you can look up the Access campaing at; Access Campaign in Germany International Access Campaign

It is OK to feel low

2008-08-16T04:12:00.001Z

I want to encourage everyone to let themselves have a break. Let themselves fall apart. It is hard, but it helps. Talk to a friend or seek help if you feel like you can't handle it on your own. There is nothing wrong with feeling week once in a while. I have spent the last days in Göteborg, Sweden catching up on old friends. They are all strong and independent women and I am proud to call them my friends. In just a few months many of them have had a break-down. And I love them for handling their lives so well. For seeking help. For letting themselves be helped. Life is not always a fairy-tale. Life is bittersweet with good times and bad. For everyone. Enjoy it when it is great but take care of yourselves when it is not. Just the last few months have given me incredible opportunities, but also big let downs. Håkan Hellström describes this really well for all of you swedes. For the rest of you- enjoy the positive energy of one of the most inspiring music in Sweden!

Rainy swedish summer

2008-08-10T17:16:00.002Z

It is like my childhood memories. Summer in Sweden means summer in rain. It has rained now for two days. Today me and my mum tried to go to the cinema to see Mamma Mia. Unfortunatly we weren't the only ones. It was sold out. And I felt like the walk in the rain and my wet jeans were not worth the dissapointment. But luckily the stores were still opened. My mum cheered me up with a pair of new pants and a scarf. And people say that you can't buy happiness. Well today I did (I will never not wear these pants, I might even sleep in them)! Summer in Sweden does not only equal rain but also friends, family and swedish culture. I just found out that one of my favourite authors also has a blogg; Jonas Gardell He is honest. He can be the sweetest and a bitch at the same time. Lovely. I might see myself in him, just a little bit. I wish I could be as funny as him. He is definitly an inspiration. Tack Jonas Gardell för att du är den du är!

Obamarama

2008-07-25T12:00:00.002Z

I decided, like 200 000 others to listen to Barack Obama's speech at Siegessäule in Berlin yesterday. As I was walking along and passed Brandenburger Tor, I got the feeling of walking towards a music festival. People were dressed up, drinking beer and dancing to the warm up acts before the speech. I almost forgot what I came for.. but then he came, and he spoke and when he was finished, all I could think was "Was that it?" Did he come to Europe, just to give Europeans an history lesson of the World War II and the Wall (from an American perpective)? I expected more. I expected a message. But I got a booring pop-icon. How ever, he is probably more interesting to listen to then his competition and at least he wants to co-operate (against terrorism). I guess I should not have expected o much...

The Spree for everyone

2008-07-02T17:38:00.002Z

At bar 25 there was an amazing demonstration against the possible project "Mediaspree" which would open up for media companies to invest in building along the most famous canal in Berlin called the Spree. About 20 small boats and alot of supporters gathered at the bar by the canal against this project. The possible investors were supposed to come by boat to look at the area where the bar is located but couldn't due to all the boats. Even the police left after some time (they managed to get a small yellow rubber boat with them though) after hearing some slogans such as "Your children will end up just like us" and the famous german song "Ihr könnt nach Hause fahren..." I really love Berlin. It is amazing. I am hoping that all people in Kreuzberg-Friedrichsain will vote against this project next week so that we all can get access to the canal and not just the companies..

How free is our media?

2008-06-14T20:11:00.002Z

Yesterday I discussed in my first panel debate in Germany how free our media is at Berlin08. It was really interesting to discuss with the established journalists, bloggers and young politically interested germans. Hopefully I also added some European perspective to the discussion (although I was not half as fast as the alpha males I discussed with and with my small language handicap). The "Big brother is watching" EU-initiative is really something that needs to be discuss. I am suprised that Germany after the Nazis and Stasis allow this. I am also suprised in Sweden where it has always been prioritized for the citizens to get all the insights in politics and not the other way around.. (I encourage all of you to start your own blog against this). Another disapointment was of course tonights football game. I almost cried. And I thought of hitting someone spanish, or even just someone wearing red. Zlatan shouldn't have left half-time. As the cute little kid sang some years ago in a very popular song "I love you, ich liebe dich, Zlatan Ibrahimovic!"

Russian military yoga

2008-06-07T14:54:00.002Z

I spent yesterday evening like I usually do for some days during the month, with stomache pain, chocolate and a heating pad. I continued this for some hours of the morning until I really wanted to do something else and realized I could go to the yoga class at my gym, which I like so much. It is usually really nice, relaxing and stretching. Today how ever, the usual bony little german girl was replaced by a big muscular Vladimir, who looked like he just came from the russian army. He told us all that today it was going to be hard! And no one was allowed to take breaks. If one would, he would throw us out. To be honest I was a bit scared... 60 minutes later, I don't only have stomache pain, but pain in my arms and legs.. I have never been to a harder work-out. People should really start respecting Yoga as a hard work-out form. I sure have.

Weird Wednesday

2008-05-29T20:27:00.003Z

Yesterday was an odd day. I have had too much to think about and that has had devastating consequenses in stupidity: Yesterday I got so happy thinking about eating Icecream that I screamed load to Nils: We have to go to Frankensteinstreet! (the street I meant was Falckensteinstreet and of course he did not understand a thing but just bursted out laughing). They have really good icecream on Falkensteinstreet, just to let you know.. homemade coconut icecream... mmmmmm... I got stuck in my bike and had to ask Nils to help me.. I felt like a 5-year old. I managed to get avocado all over my pants instead of on a plate. I watched the new Indiana Jones movie in the Cinema and my first reaction after seeing that it was year 1957, was "But then there are no Nazis!!" in compelete devastation.. Could you top my day? I think not..

Trilingual at the Nordic Embassies

2008-05-18T10:12:00.002Z

I held my first trilingual speech at the Nordic Embassies in Berlin at the birthday celebration of the German Youth Press to congratulate from the European Youth Press(I got to speak german, english and swedish- all in one speech). I have Jugendpresse Deutschland a lot to thank for. If it wasn't for the invitation to Berlin to found the European Youth Press, I might not have realized (at least not so fast) how wonderful Berlin is! Danke! Thanks! Tack!

Waste of paper

2008-04-30T13:33:00.002Z

Me and my friend Sophie registered our company "waste of paper" with the German bureacracy yesterday! We are going to make global innovative journalism. So keep your eyes open and I will keep you posted as we go along!

Lovely Ljubljana, lovely leaders

2008-04-26T22:31:00.003Z

I had the great pleasure of spending some time with young European leaders. I got to listen to their thoughts, remarks and ideas for the future and write about them! You can find articles and photos from the EU Youth Event in Slovenia at Orangelog

House warming party

2008-04-14T20:39:00.003Z

This last weekend we had a house warming+ birthday party for älsklings "geburtstagsNisse" Nils. A lot of our friends showed up from around the world but the biggest suprise was Ida who showed up as a suprise present (We haven't seen her since last summer and she is truly a sweet funny lovely friend of mine that I wish I could have around all the time everyday) from Copenhagen. I passed my first german test last week so it was a party celebrating everything good in my life! Luckily nothing except for a small candle holder broke and Gregor even brought my favourite Hungarian alcohol- Unicum. I can't at all complain. We had a lot to clean up after the party and we still have a small reminder of the party: Ida gave us bike lights (small cute ones) and Christoph decided to make them party lights in our ceiling lamp.. It is still there- blinking red and white. Whenever we see our tall friend or get to borrow a latter we will try to get it down again.. Until then we have either have a red light district flat, party flat or police station here.. What ever we/you prefer.. To my faithful readers: sorry for not writing so much. I blame my busy life filled with studies, work, work, work (I got a new job working with a text about climate entrepreneurship for GlobalFOCUS), EYP, love and Berlin. I will get better. Next weekend I will be in Ljubliana.. To be continued..

Tut mir leid

2008-03-19T15:21:00.002Z

I am sorry that I haven't written in a long time. There are lots of reasons but none that are interesting so I skip them.. I want to let you know that I am now a student at the Humboldt Universität in Berlin and I am speaking German (almost all the time) and I like it! German is the language of love as my love says, and maybe he is right. Berlin is cold and snowy and there is still no end to the long BVG, metro strike but at least it has an Easter break as well as the rest of us. Since internet is no longer a daily friend of mine I want to recommed the excellent Milan Kundera book; The unbearable likeness of being (or something similar, I am reading it in Swedish since my mum had it in her library). I can also recommend some very nice MTV shows I have seen during my long and sick days; Charm School (entertainment with crazy bitchy woman) Next (dating show at its best) and of course "Real world Sidney" (Americans going wild down under). You learn something new everyday and why not from the lovely wild US americans? Have a lovely Eastern ladies and gentlemen and hopefully my blog will be back soon (with more substance)!

Swedish Eurovision Song Contest hysteria

2008-02-11T13:15:00.001Z

After just landing in Sweden I got struck by the total madness of the part finals for the Swedish representative in the Eurovision song contest later on this year. The first part finale was held here in Göteborg and it was impossible to miss with all the advertisements, all the news coverage and just the talk on the town. I completely missed all of this last year (nothing I feel particulary sorry about at all). During dinner last saturday with my parents I watched the contestents and I have to say it was terrible. Discosongs, fire, boobs, cages and worst of all; one of the winners sounded like German Schlager of the worst kind - the Faching/Karneval kind. I always use to laugh at the crazy Germans for sending this weird contestants, now I am getting scared that Sweden might do the same. Stop this madness! I would prefer weird men in Silver from the Balkans singing in german, at least that is funny. I want good or funny. Stop this madness. Enough said. No more I love Europe. Please.

Kreuzkölln

2008-01-28T16:59:00.000Z

Open up a window,listening to the street sounds. Watching people passing by. Not just any people, individuals, with their own style, body-language and vibration. Walking down the stairs into the turkish grocery store, longing for some hummous. Continuing to the riverside admiring the calm, yet so lively area surrounding the canal. All the dogs running up and down the path just teasing me to run after and cuddle them. Everyday the streets smells just a little different, another cooking smell, another perfume,another day. Walking up the streets and the stairs again, greeting the neighbours, back home. In my kitchen looking out the window with our curtains with swedish flower names on them, admiring the fact that I took part in this international, lively home in this cosy street in such a vibrating neighbourhood. Home in Kreuzkölln/Neukölln/Berlin.

Kids vs parents in the Parliament

2008-01-25T14:58:00.000Z

Yesterday myself and two collegues had a meeting with representatives from the European Parliament. Some quotes from what was told to me; "Honey, my hands are tied" (this was said by a woman) " This is not beuracracy but European democracy. This is not our money, but your parents tax money" (It should be said here that all of us have been working for several years, were 20+ and have worked with the parliament before) If I ever write memoirs this meeting will definitly be mentioned.

Home, Swedish home

2007-12-20T16:10:00.000Z

I am back in Gothenburg again for the christmas time and to pack up things that I want to take with me to my new home in Berlin. When I am walking on the streets of Gothenburg, it is like walking in my past. Surely some things have changed but all in all it is the same. It is tradition, it is cold, silent and stars or adventlights in the windows. With Kent's new CD in my earphones I walk in my wintercoat listening to "ingenting, först kom ingenting". Their new album is even better then expected, in resemblence to my first sips of Glögg, my first bite of a lussekatt and a gingerbread cookie which all seemed to taste better then ever before. You only miss what you do not have. Swedish traditions cannot be the same anywhere else... I am glad to be home but magically exited to be celebrating new years in Berlin and moving in to our new amazing flat. But until then, I will enjoy my Swedish traditions!

Mannen i den vita hatten - mitt i december

2007-12-11T21:59:00.000Z

This is a tribute to one of my favourite bands; Kent. On a mid december day with my bags packed and ready to go, with pain killers in my system and an exam I should be studying for, I can't do much else then hear this song in my head and think back of all those nights when Kent were the only ones who seemed to understand the pain of feeling misunderstood. Even though I am in a different place now Kent will always be my friends; En bänkrad i en rastlös sen april Jag tittar över axeln och ser dig blinka till Jag kan få dig när du vill En vind blåser skräp längs korridoren en sista gång Och du & jag håller andan och håller händer i språnget Det är inte så långt hem Än finns det tusentals tårar kvar De var dina att ge vemsomhelst Äntligen De är de dyrbaraste smycken du har Så be aldrig om ursäkt igen Äntligen passerar vi deras gränser Minns du vår blodsed, våran lag Vårt dumma korståg mot en lika korkad stad Jag minns allt, som naglarna mot glas Men du bara skrattar åt mig, förminskar allt till ett skämt Men jag ser på din ängsliga hållning, din jagande blick att de känns Att det är långt hem Och snart finns det inga tårar kvar De var våra att ge vemsomhelst Äntligen De är de dyrbaraste smycken vi har Så be aldrig om ursäkt igen Äntligen sätter du själv dina gränser Den där pojken jag aldrig kände Som gick på gator jag aldrig såg Och tänkte tankar jag aldrig tänkte Under ett tunt och flygigt hår Och alla känslor slog och sprängde Hela vardagen full med hål I en tid då inget hände I en stad som alltid sov Men älskling vi var alla en gång små Ja, vi var alla en gång små Ja, vi var alla en gång små Jag kastar stenar i mitt glashus Jag kastar pil i min kuvös Och så odlar jag min rädsla Ja, jag sår ständigt nya frön Och i mitt växthus är jag säker Där växer avund klar och grön Jag är livrädd för att leva Och jag är dödsrädd för att dö Men älskling vi ska alla en gång dö Ja, vi ska alla en gång dö Ja, vi ska alla en gång dö Vi ska alla en gång dö vi ska alla en gång dö vi ska alla en gång dö

Bye bye Scotland

2007-12-05T17:43:00.000Z

Next week I am already back in Berlin (where I belong). I have truly enjoyed my short time period in this lovely country though. I will miss; * my wonderful flatmates - I consider them all some of my closest friends by this time, due to personality, thin walls and alcohol * Brittish Ale - perfect when you don´t want to have dinner * the chance of having a springday in the middle of November * the friendly enviroment where everyone seems to be your best friend- except for our neighbours who egged and kicked in our door * 24 hour foodstores - yes I might need chocolate at 2 am, OK!? I wont miss; * the disgusting carpets everywhere * The rainy and windy unpredictable wheather * Our neighbours who wanted to start a war with us by throwing eggs, flour, honey, ciggarettes, rubbish at our door after they kicked and destroyed our door But all in all. I had a great time and lots of memories to take with me..

About being kept against my will

2007-11-27T17:57:00.000Z

Ok, I wasn´t in a hostage situation or anything, so don´t worry! I could how ever not leave Germany and a german Polizist made me cry, really cry! I usually always carry my passport with me when I travel but this time it was in my laptop case which I didn´t bring with me. I realised this standing at the Glasgow airport so I took out my Swedish drivers licence (which is also an ID card in Sweden with an EU flag on it, which made me think it was an EU aproved ID card). This was not a problem for the flight company or for the strict brittish police. How ever when I tried to fly back with the same card the German police said; NEIN, das geht nicht! (NOOOOO!) and told me I had to go to the Swedish embassy the next day and get an emergency passport. I tried and tried to plead to this police officer that just kept telling me I was an idiot and that he didn´t want to be seen as an idiot by the brittish police. He refused to call the brittish police or anyone else even though his colleague had told me I just needed a signed paper from him allowing me to fly. I felt like a criminal or a terrorist although he only called me an idiot (if I am such an idiot I would obviosly not succeed with any terrorist attacks now would I?). (Luckily my Tomtenisse (Nils nickname in December) came to my rescue, left his work and helped me get a smile on my face again and fed me with Sushi). And, after paying 124 Euros for an emergency passport I was allowed to fly yesterday. With this expensive experience I would like to encourage all of you to travel with your passport, especially if you are going to Germany..

Thanksgiving dinner

2007-11-22T15:36:00.000Z

I am going to spend my evening in an American way arranged by my lovely american friends here in Scotland. Considering all the food that has been made I have a feeling I wont leave the dinner with even the slightest bit of hunger. This is of course not a bad thing, I like not feeling hungry, in fact I get were annoying when I am hungry (to say the least, I think one can even use the word BITCHY - which on the other hand has been used to describe me even on occasions when I have not been hungry at all). It just feels kind of ironic that the Americans are the ones celebrating this day of thankfulness, this day of eating and celebrating when United States is in fact still one of the most wealthy states in the world. The state where many can eat so much that they become obese. This at the same time as global inequality is increasing. When global poverty is not decreasing. Where people are starving and suffering from malnutrition and underdevelopment. I guess the whole developed world has the right to feel thankful. I just wish we could feel a bit more responsible for the ones who are left behind....

My new home

2007-11-15T16:08:00.000Z

Last friday we received the keys to our apartment in Kreuzkölln, Berlin. I have turned into quite the Hausfrau and do-it-yourselfer. We spend some time in a Baumarkt and picked out colour for our walls and other small things we want to do with our lovely new flat. As I left Berlin on Tuesday morning I couldn't help to feel sad. It was like leaving home. On this note I wrote my first poem in ages. I hope you like it; Welcome home The princess torn between her parents turned into a dreamer searching for a fairy-tale house She was homesick for something to call home Broken glass and shattered dreams a bit of truth in the otherwise lie-filled bed of goodbyes We slowly walked up the stairs As the keys opened the door, a warm comforting wind silently whispered; welcome home!

Give me back my integrity!

2007-11-05T18:52:00.000Z

"I might be paranoid but that does not mean they aren´t after me" As a wise man once said.. I can´t help but feeling as if I am stuck in a Big brother tv-show with all the cameras everywhere around me, on the street, in the store, in the pub and I even think they are videocameras hidden in our lamp in the kitchen (why else would there be a green small light in one of the corner when we shut off the lights?). There is an ongoing discussion here in Britain if ID-cards should be compulsary for everyone at all times, but no discussion on the damn cameras watching my every move. The terrorism scare is intruding on my territory and I fear that this is only the beginning. I realise the integrity problematics with the internet and my dear facebook. I don´t wish to be a product. Me and my life are not for sale. If it ever was, well, then I want my integrity back (I want a refund) !

Grocery Store Wars

2007-11-02T15:18:00.001Z

For all organic food lovers!

The search for Nessie (to the guys next door: she is not in our flat, I promise!)

2007-10-29T14:03:00.000Z

I had my dad and his wife visiting Scotland for the weekend. We went and visited the smallest whiskey distillery and toured the high and lowlands but most importantly we went searching for Nessie. We drove around the whole lake, but did not catch even a glimpse of her. When we got back yesterday evening I was about the get ready for bed when I heard some loud noices. It sounded like our door was about to break open! In came a couple of drunk guys who tried to hide in various places in our flat and then run out again (luckily Keira can look quite scary when she wants too!). We later heard them explain themselves to the supervisor "They couldn´t possibly have seen me, I wore my t-shirt over my head"). How did these idiots get into University in the first place? On this note, I also want to point out that Nessie is not hiding in my room so please leave our door alone from now on. You wont find her here...

Ignorance at its worst

2007-10-26T17:31:00.000Z

'Freedom of expression is Danish, Censorship is not' states a Danish political party in their election campaign. On the same poster they have put a picture of Muhammed. I would rather put it 'We prefer to keep Denmark Danish, ignorant and etnocentric as we are'. Many political analysists think that the party has everything to win on this campaign. The head of the party states 'Why wouldn't we put Muhammed on our posters?'. The answer to all questions are not 'Why not?'. I hope that the party grows up and realize that Denmark is a small state and they are under no cercumstances the best and the problems which Denmark might be facing has nothing to do with the islamic religion or their immigrants...

A scottish saturday

2007-10-22T17:14:00.000Z

I spent the saturday touring around the area visiting Scottish castles and a Museum. I have to say it the very least, an obsession with castles. The greatest architectural pieces of history I would say.

I also saw my very first Rugby game (which just happend to be the world finale) and it was so capturing! So much more things going on then any ordinary soccer game. The brutality of the game stroke me the most though, there was blood on almost all of the players faces (except for the blond crybaby from England who just looked like a poor little baby-boy after the game, all he had running down his face where tears). Me and my flatmates cheered for South Africa and they controlled the game from the beginning to the end.

Yes, another Rugby fan is borned. Next time I will cheer for Scotland though.

Obrigada

2007-10-16T13:53:00.000Z

I spent a lovely weekend in Lisbon with my fellow boardmembers of the European youth press. We made future plans for the organisation in resemblance to what I am doing personally right now. I (or I guess I should say WE since it is not just my decision, even though I am an individual) decided to move together with Nils to our own apartment in Berlin (!). We are currently working out details like finding an apartment (if you have some ideas on this one let us know) and I am working out my study/working plans. But the decision is made and I couln't be more happy about it. I also found out today that some of my good friends from both Malmö and Stockholm are thinking of doing the exact same thing which would rock of course. All roads lead to Berlin! (Be there or be square!)

And leave Chris Crocker alone too!

2007-10-11T17:15:00.001Z

It is such a tragic video. I just want to remind you that it is OK to cry, even for celebreties and even for Britney, and for Chris.

Leave Britney alone

2007-10-11T17:14:00.001Z

Ghostbusters hunts fat people

2007-09-30T20:54:00.000Z

I went to the Cinema for the first time here in Dundee yesterday with my fab flatmate, aka the Viper. We saw "Two days of Paris" which is really to recommend! How ever, before the movie started we got to see an ad for Volkswagen which supports independent films. A short review from a man who sees the movie Ghostbuster from a new perspective "The logo is a fat white man with a cross over it, is it a coincidence, yes but it still proves my point. Fat busters and Ghostbusters go together. Ghost busters is really just a movie about hunting fat people". And I found another of these review films today online: http://www.visit4info.co.uk/details.cfm?adid=49777 Look it up, it is hilarious. Toy story as a movie about puberty and "Woodies" who arrive when Mummy is away.. I will be going back to this cinema as often as I can. Not only because they only show quality films but for the wonderful commercials..

Red shirt for Burma

2007-09-28T15:41:00.000Z

This is not a fashion statement like my last blog post but a political one. I support the fight for democracy and liberties in Burma and since this is the red shirt for Burma day. I am wearing a very nice red top to show my support for the cause and for the method. A silent yes screaming red demonstration around the world. If you are not already wearing red, change. Red is the new black (at least for today).

The Uggs are back in the UK

2007-09-28T10:05:00.000Z

The Uggs are haunting me. I see them everywhere. On the street, in the window shops. Why are they haunting me? These ugly, awful, disgrace of shoes who can´t handle the rain here. I even had nightmares the other night about buying a pair again. Do not under any circumstances let me buy another pair. I had a pair years ago in Stockholm. They did not last long and they did NOT look good. The people here need a style-guru, someone who can show them that Uggs (especially not in combination with mini-shorts) are not OK. I repeat, not OK. This might be my first fashion blogpost. But you know what, I had to write it..

NATO Afghan Student Forum

2007-09-22T12:01:00.000Z

I spent my last days covering the NATO Afghan Student Forum in Pisa, where students from Europe, Central Asia and Middle East took part to discuss the future of Afghanistan. I had a great team with me and we published both a print and an onlineversion (online version can be found on www.orangelog.eu). Have a look and get updated on the past, the present and the future of Afghanistan in the eyes of future leaders covered by young and innovative journalists. It was some inspiring days, and the result was outstanding. I hope we are able to cover the next forum in Afghanistan...

Hi Dundee!

2007-09-11T18:45:00.000Z

After several misunderstandings and long waiting for buses and carrying of incredibly heavy luggage I finally arrived in Dundee, Sunday evening. I met some of my very lovely flatmates and basicly fell asleep while sitting on the bed.

Yesterday morning I went to Caird Hall (incredibly majestic hall where Beatles and Maximo park for example played). We stood up for some, that for me sounded like church music, watched a bunch of people with funny looking clothes (proffessors and so on) walking formal up on stage. After several more or less formal speeches about what great choises we had all made coming to the University of Dundee we were welcomed to the city and to the University. After this ceremony I finally got to see some of the university and the city (I just love the architecture and the riverside. It´s incredible).

I have some how settled in. All my flatmates are great and somehow crazy in their own way. We had a huge flatparty yesterday (it included a sock over our fire alarm, crazy hats, several visits from security and drinking games and ended up in the Union, our huge 5-floor student pob with Maximo park playing).

All in all, I am good...

M100 Potsdam

2007-09-05T15:04:00.000Z

Än en gång spenderade jag några dagar i Potsdam för M100 Youth Workshop (vissa missade årsdagen *harkel harkel* och vissa missade även chansen att fira den första årsdagen och tillika andra M100 Youth Workshopen). I spent some days in Potsdam as Workshop moderator and speaker for the European Youth Press. 41 young, dedicated and absolutely great young journalists came to discuss dialouge between culture and the journalists role in stereotyping and communication between cultures. Fridayn I get to give the youths views to 100 of the most succesfull journalists and media personalities in Europe. Maybe it is young and naive but maybe it shouldn´t be all about stress, maybe it shouldn´t be all about selling. Maybe we journalists should worry more about telling a fair story then too quickly selling a square story. If we want a dialogue instead of a monologue that is...

Bye once again dear old friend!

2007-08-28T14:19:00.000Z

Right now my biggest problem is trying to get as much clothes and shoes into my bag (and for the bag not to weigh more than 20 kilos). Hopefully I will be done before my flight leaves tomorrow.. Once again I am saying goodbye (or auf wiedersehen) to Sweden. Tomorrow I am flying to my secound home Berlin for a couple of days before I fly to my new home in Dundee, Scotland. But not to worry Sweden or Berlin, I will be back, if maybe only for a visit soon. And don´t worry, I wont forget the good old memories. And all the friends out there, let me know when you are coming to visit. I have heard Scotland should be marvelous (and plus, I am there!). So auf wiedersehen my dear ones and hello University of Dundee!

Loving the world

2007-08-27T08:04:00.000Z

A good friend of mine commented on my last blog and told me she saw naitivity to be more of a love for the world and not stupdity. I can not do anything but agree with this and express my love for all of you. There is this old but famous strong saying that goes "better to love and loose then never loved and all". I guess I have to agree with that as well. And for the record, my naititity is growing stronger and stronger by the minute...

A note on the small world we live in

2007-08-24T13:49:00.000Z

Yesteday me and my boyfriend watched Sex and the City (big thanks to online screening), he in Berlin and me in Sweden. We watched the episode where Carrie tells Aidan that she had an affair with Big. I could so feel his pain. My first thought was, poor poor Aidan. What did he do to deserve this? Then it hit me I saw him as stupid. I didn´t want to but I did. Could it be because I felt stupid when I found out how stupid it was of me to trust a guy (and forgave him) only to be hurt again, in oh so many ways. Even though it was years ago and I admire people who are naive (it must make life less complicated, and happier). I can´t help to think they are stupid (like I felt like I was). Even though I have only been hurt this way once and it was years ago, and I am so lucky that I really am able to trust people again (even though it takes time) I still can´t help to mistrust people. I also realised the other day, that no matter how far you move, how much distance you want to have from some part of your life it always hunts you down. This time it happen on Facebook, my beloved Facebook (yes I have a huge addiction, is there support groups for addicts like me?). SHE, the other woman, contacted me on Facebook and wanted to be my friend. I though about it and realised that I couldn´t turn her down. Then she would probably think that I wasn´t over the whole incident, which I am. It was 3-4 years ago in a different life. I just have no interest in having contact with her (why should I? We have never been friends?). Anyways, I said yes. Even though I shouldn´t give a fuck about what she thinks about me or my place in life, I said yes. Was this stupid? Can I block her now? Should I? Or just pretend she is not there? Or should this help me get rid of my addiction and leave facebook behind? (you think this is a joke but it´s not, I really am addicted..). Maybe all these social networks aren´t all that good? What about all these people that you want to just hide from? Not talk to at all. That you just find totally uninteresting..

Vilken Astrid Lindgren karaktär jag är

2007-08-23T11:51:00.000Z

Speaker of the European Youth Press

2007-08-08T13:59:00.000Z

In the middle of the summer, in the middle of a great summer vacation that I wish would never end (how ever I wish my sunburn and my racoon eyes from wearing sunglasses but no sunscreen would quickly go away) I got elected as the new speaker of the European Youth Press after Kaddi, Katrin Hünemörder who decided to leave the board to have some well deserved family-time with her man and daughter. I really hope I can do half as good of a job as she has done with this organisation together with the board and the second speaker Susanne Hanger. This organisation really has great potential and we, together are the ones that make it great. Check out more at: www.youthpress.org

Easy traveling instead of Visa traveling

2007-07-28T07:42:00.000Z

In a few days I am going back to Sweden from Berlin, the city I have chosen to call home for the last couple of month. Yesterday I said goodbye to one of my closes friends in the city, and it hurted. I realise how ever, how lucky I am to be able to come back. When ever and as often as I possibly want. With cheap traveling and the freedom of movement within the EU, the EU-countries aren´t really that far away. If how ever, I would have been born in a non-EU country, or even worse, a non-EU, Non Schengen country this would not have been that easy. I didn´t even need a visa to go to Moldova or Senegal, which is outside the walls of EU because I am lucky enough to have the right citizenship stated in my passport. In my latest travels to Belarus and Moldova, I have realised how hard it is, not only for countries far away like the African or the middle east ones that I have visited before, but also for neighbouring countries of the EU. Moldova has Rumania for a neighbour and most of the embassies that you need to pay a visit to get a visa into their country does not exist in Moldova, the Moldovan representatives are therefor as well in Rumania. This means you would have to get a visa to Rumania and after that travel to Rumania to get a visa for the country which you actually wish to travel to. Is traveling really that dangerous? Does the fact that I am an EU-citizen make my travels more safe? We want to have a safer world without peace. Maybe we should start trusting eachother instead of passing judgements... I say abolish Visas!

Transnistria - the country that does not exist

2007-07-19T09:46:00.000Z

After a lot of warnings about crossing the border to the military guarded zone of Transnistria (which apparently has a longer and different name for the people in Transnistria) me and my Orange-team went to visit the region.

Shivering of exitement we spent almost two hours in a crowdy minibus on bumby roads, hangover from the many party-nights before, traveling to the boarder of the country that doesn´t exist. Transnistria is not recognized by any other country. Even so, they have their protected boarder, their police, military, parliament and even currency (transnistrian rubels). When we came to the boarder, the officers looked us up and down and wondered why two polish girls, one hungarian and one swedish girl wished to enter their boarders, our Moldovan girl explained that we were curious and tourists. All of course in russian. I didn´t understand anything. I said "da" sometimes when they looked at me (I hope that was good?). Anyways, we were allowed to enter the country. Well inside, we saw the remains of the Soviet Union and realised how strong the connection must be between Transnistria and Russia..

Somehow we even expected to get caught by the police or at least see a lot of military, but it was really calm, almost nobody was seen on the street and we could easily take pictures that people advises us not to do. When we went back through the boarder how ever, we thought they stoled our passports, but we made it back safe and sound, with lots of cheap alcohol with russian labels on it..

This is the conflict that Moldova has to solve to be able to enter the European Union. They have now offered the transnistrian region 20% of the Moldovian parliament and Moldovas president travels several times a week to Russia to discuss these issues with Putin. This how ever scares many Moldovans that are afraid to loose their own independence. The Moldovans fought for their independce from Soviet where as the transnistrian region fought against this independence as wanted to keep being a part of Soviet.

Here we are, in Europe 2007. Some remains stay the same.

Lost girl traveling with minibuses in Moldova

2007-07-19T09:19:00.000Z

The picture shows some stray dogs in Chisinau, the capital of Moldova.

I came back two days ago from some amazing days in Moldova. When I called my dad to wish him an happy birthday, he asked me how Macedonia was like. This is not an unusual reaction when you talk about Moldova. It somehow explains Moldovas national bear (UN project last year) where the bear point on a map that says "Here is Moldova". Moldova, one of many forgotten countries in a world where the bigger, the better with most celebreties ist most well-known.

I had a hard time understanding that Moldova got independent from Soviet the same year as Estonia, my grandfathers homecountry. It seems to change, but in a much slower paste. As I understand it Moldova is still struggling with a corrupt government where the son of the presidents owns most of the countries buisnesses and the citizens suffer from a lack of social security and has to depend on the 1/3 of the country that lives abroad for finances. This is the country where 100 dollars a month is an avarage salary and that is hardly enough for paying rent and buying food. On the plane, I couldn´t help but wonder if all those americans came for sextourism or to join the peacecor.

I how ever only had a few days in Chisinau and it is impossible for me to give a fair image of the country. I saw a very nice capital with many new buildings and crazy minibuses (without a map of which bus is going where it is really hard to find your way) and scary elevators but incredible people and beautiful nature. I can´t help to have a hope for the future..

Housewife vs. worklife

2007-07-05T17:58:00.000Z

This week I have cleaned, baked, went shopping and lived the life of the housewife, opening the door for the "hubby" and so on. It has been nice not to stress, to take things slow, I already read through 2 books and I am yet not boored (sooner or later the boredom will come, I know myself). But next week I am off to Moldova to start up the work with Orange on the topic of Racism and discrimination.. I suprise myself everyday. Life suprises me every day. I make decisions everyday. Today I made a big one. Tomorrow I will have to take the consequenses. For good or bad.

Back from Brussels

2007-07-01T14:42:00.000Z

I am back in Berlin after one week in Brussels. This was a week filled with new faces, old faces, young journalists, long walks in the maze called European parliament, belgian beer, hard work and talking. I got the chance to moderate a panel discussion with the spokespersons from the different parliament groups, lead a workshop as well as speak to all the participants and involved in the City Hall of Brussels. I can´t say anything else than WOW right now. WOW, we aren´t just the future of journalism. We are the present, and we need to use the present. I am so glad to have met all of you innovative and creative young journalists and this really is not the end of our co-operation! If you are not yet more involved in different projects, start, join or create your own! More information on what you can do: www.youthpress.org More information from the event: www.youthmediadays.eu My beloved Orange online, event coverage: www.orangelog.eu See all of you around!

Tomorrow the European Youth Media days starts!

2007-06-26T09:02:00.000Z

I am already in Brussels working working working to prepare myself for the big three days to come. 270 young journalists are invading the European Parliament tomorrow for the European Youth Media Days. I just found out that the panel debate "Conducting the orchestra of opinions" that I am moderating will be filmed and broadcasted. It will be a great panel debate of course, with the spokespersons of the biggest parliament groups. Hopefully we will get some cool answers that I can share with you later... Besides that I am working with making the coolest event magazine ever- Orange! Both online and printversion. It is going to be hard but fun work of course. I am so looking forward to meeting all of the teammembers tomorrow afternoon to start up some real work. Now I am leaving to check and clear some details within the European Parliament. See you later (possibly not until next week but have a look at www.youthmediadays.eu until I get back!)

Midsommar in Berlin

2007-06-23T12:46:00.000Z

Me and Nisse (Nils, the german with the swedish name) went to the swedish church in Berlin to celebrate the biggest swedish holiday. We watched and danced the small frogs round the Midsommarpole (Nisse has even learned to sing it by heart), ate swedish waffels, drank their own brewed beer and finished the evening at home with sill (herring), swedish havrekakor (oatcookies), daim and swedish drinking songs.. A different Midsommar I would say. Not as hardcore as usual but to hear germans singing swedish was worth it..

Water Banning Petition

2007-06-22T11:53:00.001Z

It is a funny and ironic clip. How ever I find it sad.. Even though I admire passion more than intelligence- you need passion to do something good with your intelligence..

Great quotes

2007-06-20T10:14:00.000Z

"Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into a friend". --Martin Luther King, Jr. After adding a internet pet on my facebook, answered all my emails and read that the Pope´s favourite drink is Fanta (which is actually a bit funny in swedish since we sometimes call the devil "Fan") I got the link to a site with celebrity quotes. Some of course went straight to my heart, others just made me laugh: "Every relationship I've been in, I've overwhelmed the girl. They just can't handle all the love. " . --Justin Timberlake "An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind". --Gandhi

Industrial sightseeing

2007-06-18T20:49:00.000Z

Industrial art on my first sightseeing in the Ruhr area with the best sightseeing guide/driving teacher without a licence ever. I even got to drive on german high ways for the first time...

This weekend I also managed to cross these things out of my to do list, that I have never done before;
Visit the biggest american look-alike mall in Europe
End up at a funeral for a man I had never met
Train sigtseeing for over 8 Hours
Fall asleep to the sounds of frogs
Play Star wars monopoly
Get a kiss on my eye

All in all, a great weekend... Thanks Nisse.

Full Metal Village

2007-06-11T09:14:00.001Z

This movie really gives me hope..It shows that people really can respect and open up their village to long haired music lovers.. It has won a lot of prizes in Germany and it is so worth it.. I also recommend Herr Lehmann to eveyone. It is a great german movie filled with extraordinary dialougues and feelings..I watched it yesterday at Freilutskino in Kreuzberg and fell in löv.

Moldova

2007-06-08T14:26:00.000Z

I just booked a ticket to Moldova, Chisinau in July. Malin and The young journalist center will guide me and a group of journalists as we start our work with our magazine on the topic of racism. What do youth in Europe consider discrimination? How do youth consider that media deals with this subject and what positive youth initiatives are existing? We start our work with a preparatory meeting in Moldova where we hope to brainstorm, meet and discuss with Moldovan journalists and others to get inspired and motivated to start up our work. I can´t wait. I am glad I didn´t have to go on a 13 hour journey though (most of the flights I found were that long). But it is not always the destionation that is important, but in this case I say it is... If you want to join the work of this magazine, send me a CV and a motivationletter and I will get back to you!

Todays news?

2007-06-07T11:57:00.000Z

Israel troops shot Hebron Family G8 summit does not agree Bush sees himself as a mediator So what is really new in the world today?

New old me?

2007-06-07T11:35:00.000Z

I cooked dinner, watched football and fell asleep watching a movie yesterday. I might just be getting old.. My grandfather called me the other day to tell me he had bought shoes and expected a wedding soon (Me and my younger cousin are the only ones not married or/and married). Am I getting that old?

Förändra Sverige

2007-06-04T23:12:00.000Z

Sorry for writing in Swedish but this is something I want my swedish readers to do on our national day tomorrow (6th of June is Swedens national day). Ni som är i Stockholm borde vara med och förändra Sverige klockan 13.00 vid Skeppsholmsbron (alltså inte skeppsbron utan bron till Skeppsholmen vid Grand Hotel). Jag och sisådär 3500 andra människor gick förra året i Sverigeparaden. I år borde det gå ännu fler. Vi som vill förändra och förbättra Sverige och tillhörandekänslan för alla i Sverige borde vara med och försöka uppdatera och förbättra svenskheten på vår egen nationaldag. Alla som bor och lever i Sverige är för mig svenskar och tillhör det svenska samhället oavsett bakgrund eller åsikt. Så gå och dansa på Stockholmsgator och dansa in svenskheten och dröm om det Sverige vi vill skapa, där alla kan få dansa på gatorna tillsammans utan utanförkänsla, hunger eller blåmärken utanpå eller innuti. Dansa för hoppet av ett bättre Sverige. Det är alltså inget nazist, rasist eller nationalistfirande utan ett firande utan budskap och plakat som avslutas med en stor fest på gärdet. Dansa för mig också... (jag kommer sympatidansa från Berlin dock, det lovar jag..)

Trust in favourite words

2007-06-04T21:28:00.000Z

Jona has on his blog started with favourite words and I think the favourit word for me today has to be trust (lita in swedish). I realise how important trust is. To trust in other people, in other peoples good will and in your self. If I don´t trust myself and my strength, how can I expect someone else to? My mum today made me cry when she expressed her worries for my future. I felt tht she had no trust in my strenght and my capacaties. Surely she is just worried but somehow trust needs to be in the picture. I do how ever trust my own person and I hope she can as well. Trust lies in love. Trust lies in friendship. Trust lies in selfconfidence and in belief. I hope you trust me.

Dinner in the dark

2007-06-03T21:51:00.001Z

My parents are right now in town and we besides doing the musts (such as visiting the DDR Museum, seeing Unter den Linden, visiting a famous german writers apartment- Brecht and walking around my neigbourhood) we went to Unsicht bar, this restauraunt totally in the dark. I experienced beeing blind for 2 hours. It was undescribable. I totally put my hands in my drink and in my food, managed to spill some all over and get a piece of bread in my bag but it was incredible. I have never experienced such darkness before. I really did not see a thing. We got waited by blind waiters and without them I would probably stick someones eyes out and walked into every table humanly possible (yes, sometimes I am too clumpsy for my own good, I am pretty good at destroying glasses). Everything tastes different when you can´t see. Half of the time I didn´t even know what I was eating.. When we went out of the restaurant I was so happy to be able to see and care for myself but also really happy for having this experience. I totally admire the blind.. They have to handle this darkness every minute of every day.

My drugs

2007-05-30T13:53:00.001Z

Some people are addicted to smoking or alcohol. I on the other hand have other drugs: Skype Blogging Myspace Youtube Facebook All my email accounts World News My two cell phones Chocolate Sushi You might think they are not so bad.. But sometimes they eat my brain let me tell you..

Join me in Brussels

2007-05-29T13:59:00.000Z

Join me and many others at the European Youth Media Days in Brussels- apply before the 5th of June and I might see you there (all costs covered!)... How will European media look like in 2020? The European Youth Media Days, hosted by the European Parliament and the European Youth Press, will provide visions on European journalism in the next decades. The new generation of European journalists will come together from the 27th to the 30th of June in Brussels – 270 young media makers from all 27 EUcountries. Our programme: three days of discussions, meetings and practical workshops inside the European Parliament covering a broad variety of current European topics. More info: www.youthmediadays.eu. It is going to be THE best European event.. You can bet on it..

My celebrity look-alikes

2007-05-29T11:02:00.000Z

Walkie talkie's!

2007-05-28T17:10:00.000Z

Me and Nils bought Walkie talkie's yesterday! Sometimes small things can make great changes (think about that for a moment)...´ Luckily we live so close by that we can use walkie talkie's for communicating. I am totally excited! With walkie talkie's we are able to speak code languages just like cops do.. So over and out from Berlins Anna-tower......

Work in a musuem versus warfare

2007-05-23T12:48:00.000Z

I just stumbled up on an article that almost made me cry at work. It might be that I am extra sensitive today but if I as a student of peace and conflict studies that have read so many horrible books and articles about so many different kinds of violence still feel breathtaken by this article, you just have to read it! It is written my an anonomous soldier about instruction of warfare: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/6660951.stm No matter how much I read and how much it hurts my heart and soul I know that I can´t imagine what it is really like. I work at a museum. Some people work with warfare. Some people kill. I sometimes have problems killing flies (what if they accually have feelings? or if there really is such a thing as karma? I don´t want to be reborned as a fly or die an ugly death..).

Unfair, unjust sweaty truth

2007-05-22T11:52:00.000Z

Today I am mostly complaining about the wheather. When I biked to work I complained about being sweaty and arriving all nasty to work. Now when I am here I am complaining about being inside and not outside in the sun. This how ever is not what I would call unfair in comparison.. Today over 27 000 children died of poverty around the world according to globalissues.org and this sort of unjustices my friend Joney wrote about in his blog today: http://www.mindcontrol.se/blogg/ (in swedish. It always hurts me how unfair life really is.. He has looked up that it takes less than 0,5% of the global income to give all poor people social service, health and medical aid, education as well as raising the lowest income to get over the poverty lines set up by the UN. It doesn´t seem that much, does it? I am how ever happy that people like Joney exist. I just wish that there were many more.. ("imagine all the people...") By the way: I have stoped complaining about the wheather..