31 Aug 2009
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28 Aug 2009
My mum was, I guess, still a bit worried. It seemed that not only mosquitoes but also wasps and bees were indeed drawn to me, and who wants their kid to be stung by either? So mum taught me a trick: Sit still. Sit still and the bee/wasp will eventually disappear. This part was probably more for me; If you start waving and shouting you may annoy especially the wasps who are a bit more aggressive and them may feel threatened and actually sting. It made sense to me because every time I was stung it was either because I was overreacting and waving, or I sat on the bee/wasp, stepped on it, or so. So I listened to my mum, and learned.
The other thing she taught me is the thing I am to this day a lot more careful about. This is something that stuck - and also what I think she was most worried about; You don't want a bee or wasp sting in your mouth. So check before you drink something, or before you eat something, getting stung in your throat or on your tongue may cause problems breathing as it may swell up... And now to the story itself:
I had as I said been taught by mum to do the following if a wasp showed up:
- Sit still
- Close your mouth - no wasps in the mouth.
Wasp still there...
And I waited.
And I waited...
And I waiteeeed....
Still followed by the wasp. After what felt like a million year or at least twenty minutes but possibly was just five to ten minutes, my mother looked out through the kitchen window (yes, back then kids could absolutely be out playing on their own). I remember seeing her, and she looked a bit surprised. Suspect it was my frozen posture she reacted on. She signed to me something that looked like "what is going on?". I didn't look straight at her, but continued to sit absolutely still. No response. So she walks up to the terrace door, and opens it, and hollers to me: "What is going on".
Still no answer. Now remember, I was supposed to keep my mouth shut and sit still.... But now it was difficult. Mum hollers again: "What are you doing?".
And from the corner of my mouth, without opening it more than the tiniest bit, and while I keep a close look at the bee/wasp buzzing around - I need to keep checking it so that it doesn't fly in when it has a chance - I hiss at my mum
Well, I HAD to say it in as few words as possible, didn't I, the more I would say, the more there would be an opening for it to fly in through!
Mum doesn't hear me so she asks me to repeat, and I hiss again, louder this time, "WASP".
And finally mum gets the message and comes out and chases the silly wasp away....
My mum, the hero. Risking getting stung she actually comes out and MOVES close to the wasp. I really admired her then, also for rescuing me from this very, in my eyes, dangerous and tough situation... And funnily enough I don't think I will ever forget the feeling, both when I was sitting there, totally alone on my bike - at least that's what it felt like - and no one was there, and what if the wasp would get into my mouth and sting me and I would die and no one would notice before it was too late (yes, sorry, had a dramatic side already then...), and also the relief when mum finally came to my rescue. My mum. The real-time version of Indiana Jones, before Indiana Jones was even recorded. A normal mum that becomes a super hero, just like Indiana Jones is a professor who turns into a hero...
Did I mention that I really needed to go to the bathroom too? That added to the stress, mind you...
PS! Do you know that bees only sting once, then they die? There is a hook on their stinger and they will tear their body if they use it, and hence they avoid stinging as long as they can - who wants to die. The wasps are different, they can in theory sting more times... Hence they can afford to be more aggressive...
27 Aug 2009
So Sunday I will first have breakfast with friends and then I am off to vote. Still reading up on what the different parties stands for, chosing is not exactly easy. In Sweden it can be difficult enough but there I at least grew up with the parties and I have had time to learn what many of them stand for and what there core values are, here I have to learn, I have to start from scratch.
26 Aug 2009
24 Aug 2009
There are similarities, BIG similarities between Sweden and Germany, at least between parts of Sweden and parts of Germany. I all of a sudden feel that wow, I have to turn right when I get up the hill because I am all of a sudden back on E6 from Varberg towards Göteborg, close to Kungsbacka, after Frillesås, and it is exit 59, my exit, that is coming up. But where is the church that I expect to see on the right side?
Almost a bit scary...
And for the first time I actually feel homesick and miss Sweden, but more I actually miss the people. I don't want to live in Sweden, I am not comfortable in Sweden, life in Sweden doesn't suit me, I have always been the odd one out in Sweden - at least that is how I felt - where here it is expected, because I am Swedish and not German. But that doesn't mean that there aren't fantastic things about Sweden and it will always be the country I was born in. And the people. While I have fantastic friends here in Düsseldorf and in the world, I miss my Swedish friends and family too. I can't just pop over for a coffee. But then again popping over for coffee or a drink is not something I have done for ages in Sweden either, people in Sweden are simply to busy and on a tight schedule...
But never the less, I miss you guys!
And yet I know that if I would go to Sweden for a visit it would be the same thing as usual - I am the one on a tight schedule and I run around like mad to get to see as many as possible... I can't "afford" to just visit one or two of you and really spend time with anyone in Sweden because everybody is pulling at me and I feel I need to see everybody: Parents, siblings, cousins, other family, friends... And while this is the life I have chosen and while I love being here and certainly don't want to be anywhere else right now I sometimes which I could easily just beam myself across the world to whomever I want to see right now...
a: Keep reminding myself that there is a lot to be grateful about.
b: If I think about good things maybe I can keep my mind from wandering into other areas.
Most likely I'll however grab a good book and you will find me under a tree dreaming about other worlds and other realities though. When I am not at work that is...
20 Aug 2009
19 Aug 2009
18 Aug 2009
But I don't have to go far. A weekend trip or even a daytrip will also do the trick.
What do you do to tame your soul?
I'm not sure it you can see it here but this commercial talks about "the cleanest mineral water in Europe". With 50% fruit? How can that be considered water? Isn't that a soft drink???
Well, there are some things I will never understand. And I don't believe the 50% fruit either, it would be much less liquid then...
Closeup of the add you'll find here - couldn't post both in one as I blogged via mail this time...
17 Aug 2009
OH, and the brand; Same brand that I normally use and that my face loves. Learning: Don't assume that something is good for you just because other products by that producer is. Test. Test. Test. Test!!!
Talking about that all companies making products for your face should create little test bottles that you can use to test the effects.
Well, guess I have to get another cream for the face for the next longer trip I make. I don't sunbath but it is going to be difficult to avoid the sun completely, and I need and want my protection...
Careful out in the sun, folks!
13 Aug 2009
12 Aug 2009
But that was not what I wanted to write about.
I wanted to say that I am a robot. Or I will be! After years of wanting (yes, I do insinuate on purpose. I am Swedish after all...) the splendid game Roborally is finally, finally, finally on it's way to me! This has to be one of the best games invented. For years it was sold out and could not be found, but a few years ago it was printed again, or actually, it was a second edition that came out, with some new updates. I was slow and missed buying. Haven't really been searching for it, but now, by coincidence, I found it on a website recommended by a friend, when searching for another game. So soon, very soon, I will allow myself and my friends to turn into robots and play boardgames until the sun comes up again!!!
Just in case you wonder where I have disappeared off to... (Delivery expected in a few days).
11 Aug 2009
10 Aug 2009
What I'm on about? It's these early mornings! I have never slept that long in the morning but this is getting ridiculous, just like my mother I wake up very early in the morning - and I feel ready to get up! Weekend? Doesn't matter. Now it is even spreading to weekdays. My mum hasn't set an alarm for as long as I remember, I don't even know if she knows how to - don't think she ever bothered to look into it, considering it hasn't been needed. Why would you learn something that you don't need to know?
And now I am slowly getting there... I am still me because unlike mum I can stay up very late - not always, not if I had several long nights in a row, which not all understand - but when it comes to waking up I am my mum. It doesn't matter when I go to bed, I still wake up at an insane hour. Sleeping in is sleeping until 8, most of the time I wake up around 6. I MAY be able to fall asleep again but it is only a maybe. And never later than around 8-ish. It is ANNOYING - especially if I indeed had a late night. I don't wake up because I am done sleeping but because it is time to get up. But it is NOT when I have only slept a few hours. I repeat, it is NOT time to get up when I have only slept for a few hours.
7 Aug 2009
6 Aug 2009
After overhearing the conversation I now know that there are no good men in Europe. All European men are horrible, unequal men who just bosses women around and treat them badly in general... And not just at work, even more so in their homes. Funny enough that is very different from the picture I have. It's true that the work climate in Germany often seem to prioritize men over women, and that many women are the ones who stay at home with the kids but that is not unique for Germany. It is also true that some of the Mediterranean countries have more of a macho culture but that is when I compare it with for example Sweden. There are a lot of truly fantastic European men! In all the European countries. Of course there are some "not so good" ones too, but that's more due to individuals, not so much to culture. Well, some of it is down to culture too, of course, but it is also our responsibility as women to say what we can accept and what we can't. It's not like they were born jerks and always will keep being jerks - some just needs to have things they learned from growing up pointed out to them...
I love our European men. Heck, I love all sensible great people that are fun to talk to and be around regardless of nationality - regardless of gender. And I dare say that I have met quite a few people over the years, from all corners of the world...
Most of them fantastic people.
5 Aug 2009
We have quite a bit of taxis in the city. Since taxi is fairly economical in Germany, especially now that I don't pay for a car, I do take taxi now and then. Sometimes every week, sometimes less often - it depends how late I am out, and if I am late for a meeting or so. But it's not that I take taxis every day and as mentioned there are a lot of taxi drivers. And the taxi drivers are pretty busy, they have a lot of different customers.
Yet it has happened to me several times lately that the taxi driver that pics me up don't just remember that I have travelled with him before, he also remembers from where I went, to where, and they have memorized where I live! It is a little bit scary, actually... And we are not talking about "Aha, you went with me earlier today" or "You went with me yesterday", we are talking about taxi rides that I did a month earlier. And still they remember.
Or perhaps is there nothing creepy at all, it's just that I make such an impression...?
4 Aug 2009
The Children's Pool, Südpark, Düsseldorf. And this is just a small part of it! You can splash water, there are pumps, little waterfalls, and so forth. Düsseldorf is really the place to be if you are a kid - as long as your parents know where to look there are so many things for kids here.
Guess that is why the symbol of Düsseldorf is a child doing handstand...
(And by the way; You don't have to have all the imagination yourself, there are books that you can buy, books with tips.)
Look at that, who can resist coffee and cake when it is served with beautiful Swedish colours? Not me anyhow! Especially not when the sun is shining and the sky is blue, and you can sit outside and drink it.
This picture is actually taken some days ago, a beautiful Sunday. I have discovered a new part of Düsseldorf, the wonderful Südpark, which is connected to Volksgartenpark. As you can hear from the name it is in the south of Düsseldorf - Süd meaning south. It is actually quite easy in Düsseldorf; Südpark in the south, Nordpark in the North, Rheinpark at the Rhein (the river)... If you stick to these three parks you will find them quite easily. Other parks may be slightly trickier but not impossible.
Anyhow, Südpark (together with Volksgartenpark) is a wonderful park, it is the Central Park of Düsseldorf, I'd say. Big, with lots of things to see and do, full of bicycles, runners, people out for a stroll, a mini zoo for the kids, playgrounds, a lake, a pool for the kids, and so forth. The coffee house/restaurant close to the mini zoo (and shop with organic food) is run by a group of handicapped people that are really sweet, and the food is good, the cakes excellent, and the prices are reasonable too. I love to stop there when I am out cycling, having something to drink, and listening to the kids playing.