Easter part 2

After my stay in Sevilla I went to Malaga with my Japanese friend. I stayed in Malaga one month in October November, so that’s how we met and she also stayed at my flat during Las Fallas. We saw the procession there too.

I wanted to see Alhambra and get new memories of it, not those of a horrible trip with my father. I went there alone because me friend had already been there three times. It was very nice, I needed to see some nature again, so I walked around and smelled the flowers. After my short stay in Malaga I went to Barcelona to meet my mother. I came early and got time before some friends were arriving.  My mother got there the next day so we ate dinner together after tying to buy tickets to the Barca game. It would have been cool to see.

With my mother we saw La Sagrada familia, which I saw three years ago so it was almost as i remembered it. We visited Parc Güell and Las ramblas and the Gaudí houses. When we arrived in Valencia we were both really tired. But we managed a little shopping trip and La ciudad de las artes. She really wanted to see the university so we did and took some funny pictures. And I wanted her to see the beach and try the Valencian paella.

When I met her at the airport I started crying I was sad and happy at the same time, and I ended up laughing butt he tears didn’t stop. It was weird. I didn’t cry when he left, but I was quite sad. I always leave her and I feel bad that I don’t study my whole bachelor in Norway. I constantly seek outwards and don’t feel comfortable there. But I’m giving it another go only a different university and city this time, maybe it’ll get better….

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A desert flower that can never blossom

“Desert flower” is a movie about a model from Somalia. She was the first one to talk to the public about female circumcision. The movie touched me deeply. I cried during a scene where they show her as a three-year-old girl taken by her mother to the woman who cuts, removing her genitals and sewing her up. They didn’t show the exact procedure, but it was horrible seeing the young girl crying and screaming, and the bloodstain covering the rock. All this while her telling us how the birds ate the parts cut off.  After the procedure they sew them up to keep the virgins until their wedding night when the husband cuts them open, and I guess you know the rest. It must be excruciatingly painful. It’s a despicable act robbing women of their womanhood, their right to feel pleasure, and to give birth. We must be grateful for equality, but at the same time not to take it for granted. Not all women are as fortunate as us. Fight injustice against women!

Working-class heroes

Summer is the time for summer jobs, earning enough money for another year of study. Some also have to work while studying. It can be hard worrying about paying the bills and standing on your own two feet. Many get financial support from their parents, but not everybody. I got very upset when a director in the Norwegian Bank said that parents should buy apartments for their children while studying. This outraged me; I know a few who actually have parents that buy them apartments in Oslo, the capital of Norway. It’s not realistic for the majority of people studying in Norway. It’s very expensive living here. I won’t lie and say I wish I had that kind of financial comfort, but I don’t. I work for my money; I don’t get a dime from my parents. And No, my parents did not pay for my drivers licence that can peak 30.000 NOK. It’s hard, but it teaches you nothing is free. It might sound cynical, but it’s the way of life. You got to work for the things you want. A lot of people give up and expect things to just come to them. For some it will, but that will prevent them from growing.

I write this to give support to those who are not in a safe financial situation.  I admire all those who work hard to achieve things. I know that one day it will bear fruits.

Destination Unknown

I’ve figured out my travel route for this fall and I’m very excited. This time I’m going to the Caribbean. I’ve been living in Bergen(Norway) for some months now, and people expected me to “settle down”.  But I realized I missed travelling, throwing yourself into the unknown, nobody controlling you, no obligations. Being free as some would put it. Not all are that surprised by my decision, but still wonder why I do this: that I don’t want a boyfriend, move in with him, that I don’t want a schedule or itinerary, finish my education here and get a good job. It’s not that I don’t want all those things that come with “settling down”, husband, babies etc. There are just so many things to experience before “I do all that”. I’m privileged to have these opportunities. I love meeting people, people who don’t take things for granted, who’ve got passion for life. This helps me handle my depression. I’m selfish in a way, but who isn’t? People don’t necessarily understand our choices. Because of what I’ve experienced in life I’m rootless, and I’ve been drawn towards «the Gipsy life». Gipsy is a word that has followed me for about 2 years now. I can’t believe It’s been that long since I had a “fuck everybody”-mentality and left Norway to go to the Occupied Palestinian Territories. I say no regrets, I don’t regret anything and I’ve learned a lot from all of my trips. Even though I don’t intend on staying in Norway it doesn’t mean I’m not going to miss people here, I’m not inhuman. I cherish all my friends. My biggest wish is to be happy.

The Jante Law

In Norway I often feel the affects of the Jante Law, if you’re talented in some way you’re not supposed to think you are. For those who don’t know what the Jante Law is it’s a pattern of group behaviour against individuals within the Scandinavian communities. These series of rules lie deep in our consciousness:

  1. Don’t think you’re anything special.
  2. Don’t think you’re as good as us.
  3. Don’t think you’re smarter than us.
  4. Don’t convince yourself that you’re better than us.
  5. Don’t think you know more than us.
  6. Don’t think you are more important than us.
  7. Don’t think you are good at anything.
  8. Don’t laugh at us.
  9. Don’t think anyone cares about you.
  10. Don’t think you can teach us anything.
  11. Don’t think there’s anything we don’t know about you.

They criticize success and achievement as unworthy and inappropriate, that you shouldn’t go out of the box and be a proud individual. These rules that we grow up with without knowing it cause jealous and narrow mentality. And punish those who achieve things with their abilities. Why can’t we be a supporting community, where we’re proud to know a person with certain gifts?  Instead of pushing them down and making them feel bad about themselves, making them feel suppressed and go into hiding.  Will we as society evolve if all talent of any kind is hidden, because they’re afraid of this judgmental mentality? Unfortunately we live in a conformed society that supports a collective set of rules, and everyone has to adjust to fit in.  Saying you’re Emo for example, and claiming you’re not mainstream is false.  Then you’re part of a little community where you are mainstream.  I could use a ton of examples, political groups, religious communities, groups where you only fit in if you wear the latest fashion etc. We are desperate to fit in somewhere and to be guided by rules.  Freedom is too much for people to handle. Too many choices cause despair.  What should I do with my life, what do I want?  We judge people who are brave enough to stand for their choices in life, because we’re jealous and too afraid to do the same. That’s not right! Stop pushing other people down to make you feel better! It won’t help anyway! First of all raise your own self-worth! Make others feel happy by being a happy person. Be the one to change society, make it a better place for you and me!!!!   Compassion people, show compassion!!!