Det offentlige Norge har flere ansikter. Det offisielle — og det som vises i korridorene, i fravær av mediene, eller andre steder hvor det er lettere å tilbakevise hva som er sagt.
Jeg deltok i går på en konferanse om palestinske asylsøkere på Litteraturhuset. Fire organisasjoner dannet sammen et meget interessant arrangement hvor både viktige temaer som UNHCRs retningslinjer og regjeringens politikk og de radikale endringene i praksisen som fant sted i 2009 ble disktutert. Vi fikk også høre flere historier om asylsøkeres erfaringer, både grunnlaget for hvorfor de søkte asyl, og de vonde møtene med det offentlige Norge.
According to rumors, there are no cow levels in Diablo 3. But I heard rumors about another lovely place called Whimsyshire, filled with rainbows, chubby unicorns, fluffy clouds and cuddly bears. Mmmmm unicorn slaughter!
After some multiplayer slaughter and mayhem, a party member asked me if I wanted to come see the secret level. I was thrilled! After some simple instructions to leave the current game session, I got an invitation and teleported to the inviting player.
Before us stood a bovine creature, named the Cow King, which told us he was udderly pleased and invited us into the level of sparkling happiness and rainbows.
If you want to see how deep the rainbow hole goes, continue reading!
I decided to get away from the city for some days. Two-three or perhaps even more. Away from Oslo. Away from population, cars, public transport, noise, asphalt and everything. My backpack was stuffed with the most essential gear and then some more. A sleeping bag, my newly bought Hammock, a camping mattress, some clothes for colder evenings, food, cameras and a towel. Never leave home without your towel! It is Friday, the 29th of July. It is a quite hot day. Sunny and no mentions of rain for several days on the weather forecast. Read More
The last days have been unbelievable. I have expected some kind of attack to happen sometime in Oslo. Not particularly because of extremists, operations in Afghanistan, immigration et cetera – but just the simple fact that it seems to happen everywhere else. Some weeks ago, when serious of loud explosions could be heard all over the city centre. I quickly pulled up a TV, plugged in the cables and turned it on. Waited. Waited a minute more. Shortly after people said on IRC that it was fireworks at the Opera. Most certainly very loud fireworks though.
Yet that was nothing compared to the roaring explosion and tremble on Friday the 22nd of July. Earlier that day, I had been at an office, discussing plans for an Asylum March, a cooperative project between a group of Iranian and Ethiopian refugees which originated from Refugees Without Protection. There was lots of last minute preparations to be done, and the march was scheduled to start from the Parliament at 11 AM the following day. Read More
After getting some more gasoline on the car, we again started driving towards Wroclaw in Poland. I could have closed my eyes and still known for sure when we passed the border between Germany and Poland. Road quality is not comparable at all. All the way from the border to Wroclaw it was a really bumpy ride, as opposed to flat, smooth roads in Germany. We took a random detour off the highway, to take a little rest. We ended up in some rural area and found a road that lead into a forest. Warm weather and the smell of the forest. It was lovely. I worked a bit more on the car stereo, but there is still some issues to be solved. Harald did nature a favour and picked up some trash in the forest.