Refugees welcome to this land. Svea land.
Them come in buses and refuse to take step of and live in the house they're offered.
'cause you're worth it -
The fugees was refugees once. Now Wyclef Jean has worked with Avicii "Divine Sorrow"
World wide recognition for some
What happened with the woman in the fugues? Is it not harder to come by as a woman in the
showbiz industry?
I wondered today if people grow up to be like their pets. I had a cat for eighteen years.
So now I'm sort of a catwoman. I don't own any other pet I just find myself a bit catlike,
seeing in the dark and having the mood of I'm alright by myself. Don't mind me,
I'm just taking care of me... is it not worrying?
There are people that have had to leave their homes, it was not a mere forest fire or
a volcano that erupted. No they have tried to live just like us with their cars,
computer, exotic food but they've had one problem that differ from us, me,
people living, born in Sweden, a country that have had peace for some years.
They live in a war zone. You might not quite understand this if you
have never been to war. Some help out because they can. Some just pay up.
Some concerts to come for charity. The other day the papers warned for those that
have false accounts for helporganization.
I'm thinking of baking a new recipe but all my energy is going to school
which is do printmaking then my sparetime goes into doing editing a webpage
(sort of) I was supposed to work on it tonight but there is no quiet space
where I'm at all so... I'm ficked. (So the chance of being somewhere near to finished
with that webpage by sunday is not so much)
Somehow the music playing turns from Wyclef Jean singing 911, to Bono & Pavarotti
singing Ave Maria to U2 & Mick Jagger singing Stuck in a moment You can't get out of
It's just a moment for me.
I remember what a friend, that had escaped from his home country, told me
about how he got down into the cellar where the washing machine where and
could go round in circles all while the washing machine was doing his laundry
just remembering how he was in a jail cell in Turkey some years ago as small
place as that room where the washing machine stood, maybe he got hit by the guards or just left
alone for a while. He was still waiting for the papers to be citizen and was unemployed
with dreams of becoming a taxi driver. Still no drivers license last time I saw him.
The young boy had escaped by the mountains, left his mother and father, some sisters behind,
been told to leave so that he wouldn't have to be a soldier in that awful war when he reached the
right age. So he escaped and became a refugee.
Tomorrow I will go to printmaking school again. Will a picture be made up that can save the world?
Maybe just writing the words could help a little. Prayers don´t they help? No peace don't come easy.
Good man Kjell Bergqvist, swedish actor helped the refugees. Volounteer I say.
