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Thursday, March 29, 2007 I am alive. Just want to let you know that I have no internet until May. Post will be few and far between. Blame it on my service provider. House is wonderful. Life is wonderful. Labels: News from the home front posted by Skotta | 9:50 PM |Thursday, March 22, 2007 We have moved. We now live in our new house. It feels like my life is upside down. I don't feel familiar in the house yet, it feels a bit cooler and less charming than our old home. It is a much better home for us, I know this is just my feeling of the place. It has been cold and windy and we have no lights to speak of and that is why the house has less warmth. Those who know me well know that I am very sensitive when it comes to lighting and that I intend to rip all lamps out and replace them with new ones. The kitchen has blue and green lighting (flurocent and halogen) and I need to have yellow or white light around me (typical old type bulbs). All light needs to be warm and give comfort. I'll fix this up in a jiffy. At the moment, the garden is my shelter. I love that garden. It is the perfect size for me. I have bought seeds and have hamstered flower pots and containers to make the garden into an oasis of flowers. I am going for a lot of blooming climbers to make things as wild as possible. At the moment, the garden is pretty wild. There is almost no grass and that suits me fine. Less work cutting grass. I am looking forward to times spent in that garden, so much that I kind of don't feel like going to Iceland this summer. I just want to stay in my house. So, no more long visits this year, just a few short ones. Anyways. The story of our move is a long and colorful one, it was hard work but we made it in 8 hours. All the boxes were placed in the living room and we slept on the sofabed in the basement. Good thing we bought a sofabed. Our bed didn't make it up the stairs so I guess I will be getting a brand new bed! Not really sad about that. AB has not been willing to let go of his old bed he has had for 17 years now. If you remember, you have heard of this bed before, I dedicated a post to it while I was pregnant, the morning after it gave in from my weight and AB screwed 64 screws in it to hold it together.  AB's bed wasn't as bad as this one but you get my drift. Well. We slept fine in the basement for a couple of nights. Then Mozilla got sick, snot and caugh. We have therefor been working on getting the boxes to the basement and the sofabed into the living room. Today we will start, with the great help of AB's sister and mother, to prep the rooms upstairs so we can paint them and move in. I love the idea of a new bed. Man am I going to get well rested. Labels: News from the home front posted by Skotta | 12:27 PM |Thursday, March 15, 2007 Note new link titled Georg Bjarnfredarson in the column Entertaining Stuff. Proud to present, and be quicker than Steinrikur to discover this. Labels: Of fun and games posted by Skotta | 6:08 PM |A new form of blogging is now popular. Microblogging. Haikuposts, or so to speak. Due to stressful times, I am joining the trend for the next few posts. Here goes: My son is biting my heel. I have 81 boxes in one of my living rooms. I pray to Mammon on a daily basis. 
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Monday, March 12, 2007 Home again. Wait a minute?! Where do I live? In boxes, I think. Exhausting days, survived with the help of my AB's lovely mother. The woman has a heart of gold and my boy is totally in love with her. Shame I can't use her as full time nanny. I am officially packing now. Putting things in boxes and stuff. We are to move on Saturday and so far, no time schedule has held. It also looks like all the weekends we used dreaming up a kitchen and a bathroom were waisted. The bright idea of having everything done before we moved in is out the window. Just as good. We would have been paying of an extra loan and double rent forever as the carpender who was to make an offer on the job has evaporised. And we know him! I pray the man hasn't come to any harm and isn't hospitalized. Enough of that and more of fun and games. Meet the people living at my house. Then listen to their upcoming single, released on Friday, called lille dreng, with the lovely Rebecca doing vocals. Rebecca is only 17 so she got the pink room with the pink bed in our house. You might ask yourselves: "Now why is a reggae band from Arhus staying at Skotta's little house?" Well, for the simple reason that AB is making the video to their upcoming single and since he is brilliant and I am trying to get a more positive relationship to dreads (hence not connecting the do with a molotov coctail), and the house was empty anyway ... We did jump to IKEA and buy a sofabed so we could break the house in ourselves. My sis dropped by on her way home from Malaga (that's how we do it in Europe, drop by Denmark on our way home to Iceland from Spain) so she spent the night there with us. She left us some lovely ham and cheese, both our portion and hers. So sys, what to do with that yummy Spanish ham and cheese? And now you know, there is a sofabed. I wanted to write some more but I have to go to bed. You see, there is another day tomorrow. And today the dentist had to wake me up a few times. I kept falling asleep in the chair. It has never happened to me before. Labels: News from the home front, Of fun and games posted by Skotta | 9:00 PM |Monday, March 05, 2007 Minilla, me and AB just visited his new nanny. She takes care of 3 other kids and they seem to be doing okay. Minilla felt right at home and played fine. Until another kid took his toy. He got really pissed off and looked at us, crying. The nanny told him to take the toy back and he went right ahead, much to the other child's surprise. He'll be fine. I hope he won't beat up the other kids. Labels: News from the home front posted by Skotta | 4:41 PM |I have an amazing warderobe. I am utterly and completely in love with my clothes, each and every item I have.  I have so many classics, quite a few versions of the essential little black dress, dresses from the 50's and 60's and 70's, both casual and red carpet clothing. And I am talking whole outfits, from underwear to shoes and hats and coats. Love my clothes. I am giving them a posting label of their own. Labels: My warderobe posted by Skotta | 12:01 PM |I'm packing. Just for the record, if you ever hear me say that I've got nothing to wear, I'm lying. posted by Skotta | 11:44 AM | The latest from my hood: There was a demo last night, a flower demo. People brought flowers and blew bubbles. What a wonderful change. How amazingly easy to sympathise with a creative and positive message. At the same time, I met a woman on the street who was certain that there would be violence tonight because they are tearing the house down today. I'm not sure but I am not taking any chances so I might stay away from home again tonight. I have so far not considered this woman the sharpest knife in the drawer (Danish saying) and the police is not really expecting anything bit even though they know this will trigger some feelings. It turned out, according to the owner, that the house was beyond repair. On top of being mildewed through it turned to have asbest (building material that causes cancer) in stairs. The house was a fire hazard and the owner expressed that she considered it unresponsible to allow your children to spend time in the building. Not the first to doubt the parenting skills of the youths parents. I'm not judging, haven't tried having a teen. I have wondered what I'd do if Minilla was 16 or even 18 and wanted to parttake in a conflict like this. "I'll buy you a car and a trip to abroad if you promise to travel until this is finished!!!!" I was such delicate teen, I would have gone for it. As a mother, I'd to anything to keep my kid from a situation where they throw molotov coctails and bricks. This morning, when they started tearing the house down, young people stood crying and hugging while observing the historic house fall. Some looked into the nearby cars of the workers, scouting which firms were to be punished for the deed. A young person expressed to Politiken that it was like seeing your daughter being raped. I imagine the people who watched their cars being lit on fire outside their homes felt something similar. Although I know that this was a safe house for many, and that they went the long and hard route of democratic and legal solutions to this point, I will always vote pacificm. I wish that someone taught these kids the history of their own people who courageously protested the German occupation during Second World War by slowing down their pace and refusing to co-operate by going on frequent two minute stand still strikes. There are other ways to fight a war than succumbing to violence.  It takes more courage and probably longer time but it is doable. Ask Gandhi. Labels: Local news posted by Skotta | 10:41 AM |Saturday, March 03, 2007 Just a short note for those who have been calling me. Am home now for a while. The hood looks peaceful from my side although a few streets are still closed by the police. I heard there were pictures from Sct. Hans Torv on CNN from last night so you know how things looked. I think they arrested about 180 people this time. When I came home my the people in my house were in our back yard talking about that someone had broken in and there were a few bricks missing. Let me explain about the bricks. In the old days, the streets here in Copenhagen were made of brick stones called brosten. Today, the craft of making brosten streets is still practiced and it is considered decorative and pretty. They lay those brics around trees and around drains and on street corners. Many of the old streets are still made of brosten only. The people protesting dig these stones up and use them to throw at the police. I guess the police has gotten two from my back yard last night. For those who know my house, this was in front of the door, not on the Brewery side. Someone actually broke in and dug up stones in the middle of the night. At least they didn't light a fire like they did so many other places. They also break into cellar storage rooms and steal stuff from there to use for barricades which they light on fire. One of the most heartbreaking descriptions I have heard today was of the people standing in their windows, crying out and begging the protestors to stop lighting their cars on fire. Well, I don't want to stop here for long because they have announced more demonstrations tonight. I am going to bike to my new house, the long route because I can't bike directly there (Norrebrogade closed), and leave my bike there. I just spent a lot of money on a bike chair for Minilla and am not about to have my bike used for barricades. Am taking some gloves and Ajax to attack some of the rooms in my new house. Labels: Local news posted by Skotta | 4:30 PM |Friday, March 02, 2007 I need to send a shout out to my Queen in London and the Countess in Paris. I am sending them some serious girl power for the next month. You are the worlds leading ladies and don't you ever forget it. Promise? posted by Skotta | 8:14 PM | It's 7 pm and they started again, there is a huge meeting right now in Stengade (a couple of blocks from our house) and they have planned a riot from Sct Hans Torv at midnight. They are planning to take the house back. They'll be marching from Gammel Torv at 10 pm towards Sct Hans Torv. Most of you know my address, for the rest of you I'll explain by saying that this is just too close for comfort. The demonstrations have no permit, which means that the police is to contain them since this is the law. It's politics folks, they don't apply for the permit to march or announce the march on purpose, to make sure they'll come head on with the police. A friend of mine thought it a joke, me being so nervous about the riots. She lives the same distance from the Youth House as I do, just in another direction. It feels totally absurd that I am living in the same town as her (or kind of, she lives in Frederiksberg which is a seperate district although inside Copenhagen city limits) and that she can go about her life like she does normally, even to the extent of thinking it's ridiculous that I feel fearful and find my actions regarding the situation being far out. It's like living in a paralell universe. People don't even notice anything is happening just few blocks away while the streets around me are on fire, with angry people, high on fear, are breaking into cellars and back gardens to escape from the police. The situation is attracting loonies from all over who are there for the shere purpose of throwing bricks at the police. And people on Norrebrogade and neighbouring streets are keeping their windows closed so the tear gas doesn't come in, parking their cars far away from their houses to keep them safe, and sending their kids out of town so they don't have to witness the madness. Funny. For me, it's a human right to feel safe. I guess safe means that danger is not close by. It's in another neighbourhood. I feel with these kids. For them, their house was a safe place. At the same time, I have a no tolerance policy when it comes to violence. It hurts so many people that the kids have taken this course of action. I totally agree with the mayor of the city who declares that this behaviour cannot at any point be rewarded. And whith both parties stuck there, I wonder where all of this will end? Labels: Local news posted by Skotta | 7:07 PM |Home for a short while. Picking up some stuff we need before I leave again. We were awaken yesterday morning at 6:40 am by the helicopters flying over our house. AB realized right away that the police was probably going to enter the Youth House so we turned on the computer to see the news. They stormed the house just before seven, entering through the roof. Hence the helicopters. I went out to buy some bread and milk to have for the day and it was the weirdest feeling. There was such tension in the air. The kids going to school were tense and running. There were punks with make up and rasta haired teens biking towards the house, carrying black flags. People were hurried and tense. Teens were restless and tense. Teachers stood outside the schools to get the kids in as quickly as possible. The prisoners in the jail behind our house shouted more and louder. Sirens started going off, making things more tense. We decided to leave before all hell broke loose. I didn't want to be stuck in the house with my boy in case something happened so off we went around 8 am. We were to get the keys to our new house at noon and we didn't want to risk AB not being able to come in and get me. Traffic was really slow as they had already closed some streets around the Youth house. The rest of the day was lovely, except for the tension every time we listened too the news. Fortunately, nobody got seriously hurt. Last night there was a curfiew in my hood and the police declared that those found on the street risked being arrested on the spot. Coming home today reminded of the day after the riot in December. I took the bus from the train station to get my bike in the bike store on Norrebrogade, the street that was the main war zone yesterday. I didn't want to walk too much of the street because I didn't feel like becoming angry and sad about the mess like last time. I couldn't avoid the atmosphere at the bike store where a client was exchanging stories with the owner who lives above the store. We had all taken our kids out of town. The stories weren't pretty and people are loosing sympathy with the youth. Then I biked home. It is only one street up and then one too the left from the bike store. I saw leftovers from fires on the street and there was a big police van and eight officers in front of my house holding a group of young people at bay. We are talking about just now, the day after the big riots, outside my house. I come from a country where the police didn't have guns when I grew up. They never answered if they had or not, and if they did, the guns were never visible. I remember the first time I saw a police officer with a gun. It was in Paris and I was 18 years old. I was terrified. The police here has guns and I had six of them outside my house when I came home today. Needless to say, I resent this being a part of my reality. I deliberately moved away from New York so I wouldn't have to see another police officer chasing a person or a police officer standing over a person lying in a pool of blood, ever again. I have once experienced tear gas and I hope I never feel anything like that again. I am now, as a grown up, more afraid of a flying bottle or a flying brick coming at me by accident, then being shot by a police officer that goes bananas. It therefor came completely naturally to me, as obviously to so many other parents in my neighbourhood, to remove myself and my family away from the riot. I want to thank the people who called us to check if we were safe yesterday. I hope that the people I called to warn about crossing through the streets of the riots had a safe day. There is nothing more dangerous in life than a human being that is afraid. Unless it happens to be a human being that is both stupid and afraid. Here are some photos from yesterday. Labels: Local news posted by Skotta | 4:51 PM | |
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