Monday, 31 October 2016

This makes me so upset.

We call this dubbelmoral in Sweden when you act in a contradicting way. And now, when the Department of Foreign Affairs is strongly dissuading travels to Afghanistan for Swedish citizens, children refugees from the same country are being deported back, without a safe future. Moreover, some of these children have spent enough years in Sweden to learn what safety and freedom is, and to see Sweden as their home. Other than that, Afghanistan is what political science refers to as a failed state - it lacks a stable government that takes responsibility for all of its people. So when the Swedish Minister of Migration is happy about a successful agreement between the two countries, I wonder what that agreement encompasses. Maybe he means that the paperwork was signed properly? Those children will not be received with open arms by the fractions of distant families they have left, if there is any. There is no social security system to catch them up for covering the lost years they could not attend school while being refugees in other countries or when they could not focus on studies because of the constant fear about their deportation. And how much money is Sweden saving on sending these children back? Is that what it is all about? 

Sweden, what are you doing? 

HERE is the debate article in Swedish, signed by many children books' authors and illustrators, that tells more about the current situation and give examples of two children's situation. 

Saturday, 29 October 2016

Briefly in Yecla: tasty pizza and dangerous clowns

 My first time in Yecla started with estimations: my GPS stopped working. "Jana!" said a voice. I looked up: it belonged to Cécile who sat on her porch smoking and waiting for me. Luck and estimation combined!
 Wifi party! The flatmates didn't talk for two days straight once they had internet again. I completely understand. 
 We went out for a walk uphill.
 Surprisingly, Yecla has zero castles, but the surrounding villages offer some.
 Landmark. On this hill, two teenagers came out from a garage warning us for not going higher because people dressed as clowns cut people with knives. ("Should we call the police?" "They won't come.") Seeing we were slightly suspicious this might be a joke, the girl and the boy tried to convince us why we should avoid the road up: there was no light. They also brought out some equipment to show that they protect themselves with. The guy was friendly waving with his sharp knife till I told him off in my non-Spanish, and when he folded it, the movement looked very...professional. We decided to back down: better to be safe and a fool than just a fool.
 Experimenting with artistic photographies. 
And: introducing Cécile! Cécile is holding an expensive but tasty dish from Telepizza. We live one hour apart by car.

Thursday, 27 October 2016

Alfonso XIII:s water (pine edition)

This is two somewhat hours in the four something hours walk, right before the sun kissed me hard on my left shoulder. But let's take it from the beginning. 
I hope you like pines. There will be many pines.
Not a single lake exists in my living area. There are reservoirs, though. I looked at satellite images and estimated it to be at reasonable walking distance (real life sign said 8.5 kilometers and that was in a forest already). Foremost, I was expecting it to be on the top of a mountain and to the mountains I went. And, I had a meeting 5.5 hours later, which I wanted to be on time to. Spoiler: I made it, even with a big margin, but only allowed myself to relax five minutes at the lake. 
At one point, the pines were dead. Curiously which way the fire went, as some of the trees were in the middle of everything and still green.
This could almost be Sweden in winter, and a good setting for a Game of Thrones or Fred Flinta scene. 
House, outfit and hunting area. By this time I had met a sporty person running by in a lime yellow tight shirt and two people on a motorbike. They had the engine off, just rolling downhill, so it sounded more like a bike and made me think of ecofriendliness.
 The very modern and fresh road went through some dip-dye technique and became slightly blue.
 Aha, the house has no roof. *speculations*
 "Building up area with new bushes to cover up for the burning" in more formal language.
Great this day: the tasteful fog. Think "sun behind thin curtain". This rendered a very filmic effect in the far distance. Think "Avatar but better."
 And exciting things started happening. Bushes tastefully placed as if pearls, of course, but also butterflies and BIRDS. So small that the hunters wouldn't be bothered but with wings so powerful, I kid you not, that when lifting to escape me, THAT sounded like a motorbike that just turned the engine on.
 Two-coloured berries, let's assume poisonous.
And the oasis finally visible as a cloudy-white gem!
Nota bene: visible, not close.
 Seeing aqueducts like this, in plain nowhere, clearly indicates I am not the first to be here and that there is probably not much new to discover (in the 80's something people found cave paintings and a different type of cave under the ground, to give you a scale of discovery comparison).
 Downhill and fun.
 Long when you look back, but, still fun. (I am checking the clock all the time and soon I am out of battery but that seems a bagatell in these nature power circumstances.)
 Rainbow land!
 Years expressed in layers. I wonder what happened each time - who lived here, what did they do, was there any drama?
 At last! Let's give it an "aaah", everyone.
 It really looks like an oasis: water is slightly green and shore reminds of sand at a distance.
But, ceci n'est pas un lac. It is a water reservoir na med after... a king?
 Road among other pines. This blogpost really holds what it promised. The red stones - they are stones - reminded me of a place in Provence, France, where artists used stones of this kind to paint with. I tried the same here and all what happens is that it breaks, which explains the "sand".
 Anno 1993 or similar. I really want to see the moment when there is plenty of water here. Right now it is very difficult to imagine.
 Oh the disappointment when you reach an ordinary asphalted road that does not go in the right direction anymore. I thought this would be hard to access and I would have to balance on some bridge when getting closer? But the sign is nice and ancient.
 I googled the translation to be sure. Swimming is forbidden. I am fine with that, it is just that I have not brought any water, and...
 So close, so close!
Much more beautiful at a distance. On the plus side: untouched nature renders cool species you might not have seen close up before. And: now I can brag about this walk and speak of my pain on the way back with ardour.

Wednesday, 26 October 2016

My first Spanish strike!

I am not exactly participating, other things that are slightly more urgent have come up. But:

About the strike in Spanish.

Basically it is about a too quickly formed law that affects the younger students and forces them to make a not enough nuanced test, which, as I understand it, lowers everyone's chances to get a representative mark and also the possibility to proceed with the next step of the education system. Both teachers and students can participate and it is both local and national. 

Monday, 24 October 2016

Recent past

Antiquities market near the river on Sundays - I held porcelain cups from 1560 in my hands! Friend found the best gift to parent from 1883, I think it was. Possibly 1837.
Perfectly located near an ancient wall of Murcia from 12th century, which survived because it was inside a monastery that was then torn down. Murcia is even older than that, it was founded in 825, guide said.