When I know I'm wrong I'll say I'm wrong...

...said once a strickt father to his daughter, when he had been wrong about her boyfriend in a little movie called Dirty Dancing.

And I need to agree, I once lashed out on the way old people are treated and enjoying themselves in Sweden. Thinking it was just a wish to die after reaching a specific age because of the way they are treated here.

Well sometimes even I can be wrong, happens rarely though...and sometimes old people can enjoy life even in Sweden, this picture is a proof of that. I took it on my way to work.


Written under the influence of She's like the wind - Patrick Swayze

Handling a kayak

A friend of mine, my better "outdoors half" have been consistently nagging me about taking a kayak course so that we finally will be able to enjoy the west-coast of Sweden as it is intended to be enjoyed.
The course starts of at land, he goes really in to detail about everything, I now know the different models of kayaks, paddles, holes in the kayak to get in to it, appliances to the kayak, different maos of the sea...needles to say I felt as though I was back in school and my whole body screamed noooooo...until I realized that there will not be a test on this, no one will require me to write a 5000 words paper on this, I do not need to find any recent research or be critically assessing what he is saying...if I want to I can even stop listening and don't give a sh**t at all. It was such a relief to realize that, not so fun to realize that I am suffering from a post traumatic stress disorder because of my last semester though...
Anyway the course goes on and after a very long time on the beach it is time to finally jump into the kayak and try it out in the ocean. It is exhausting!!
While paddling my friend, even have time to look at the nice rocks sticking out from the ocean. I'm sweating like a pig, gasping for air trying not to steer my kayak right into the rocks. Our instructor then thinks it is time for us to start using the rudder (I have by then thought that we have been using it all the time!!) I put it in to the water and all of a sudden I'm just spinning, round and around:
- Press the right pedal
- The right pedal!
- Now left, no not so much
- Right again
My instructor had a busy time with me, he said that I was one of the first who said that it was easier without a rudder...
So moving on in the course it is time for the "friend rescue", one of us falls into the water, the other one holds on to the kayak so that the friend can jump into it again, needless to say me and my friend was not really a success, when trying to rescue my friend I tipped over as well. She was better at it though.
So it all worked out for the best, my friend will be terrified of tipping over the kayak next time we will go out, while I can be sure she will be able to rescue me :)

Me

My friend

Present time

A retrospection

My mom and me

In school I have just finished a course called Devolpmental 3, in it we talked about the importance with lullabyes for infants to feel connected to the mother, and the society it will grow up in.
I started to think about that, how was my mom to me when i grew up?
And then it just hit me why I study psychology...

In Sweden we have these nice lullabuyes; about Olle going to the forrest to pick berrys and finds a friendly bear there, or about a sqirrel jumping from tree to tree I guess you get the picture...
Well my mom sang song to me about this really sick girl who lies at the hospital an every day askes the doctor if she can go home to her mother, when one winter day "the snow falls over the little girls grave, she never saw her mother, she never saw her father", or the other favorite she sang to me about the rose of the alps, a spoiled girl would not fall in love with anyone except the one who picked now the rose of the alps for her, so a man tries and falls to his death, just inches away from picking the rose...

Hmm so anyone still wonders why I study psychology...

Written under the influence of singing I en sal på lasarettet in the shower.

Nuns; a rare kind!

I am so fascinated by nuns, in Sweden one of the most atheistic countries in the world (thank god for that!) we are not spoiled with nuns. Even though I'm not a big fan of religion, and all the hazzle it makes (against abortion, against homosexuals, against psychology, loves double standards) I love the nuns. For me it is one of the most exotic things in Poland.
Now I have even noticed that they have different kind of clothes, brown, grey, black. If i were a nun, I would definitely chose the convent who have black dresses and a purple rope around their waist, it just matches so perfectly.
Since they are so exotic for me I'm always surprised when i see them do ordinary things, like going to IKEA, talking in their cell-phone or being at a shopping mall. I tried to capture some of them here.

Nuns on IKEA
Nun at the busstop
Nuns at Arkadia

Does anyone see anything wrong with this picture?

Do you see an ordinary tram driver, driving us safely to our destination?

Or do you see a tram driver, reading the paper while driving...

...and taking a shot of Vodka now and then!