Month: February 2022

Can we trust the mainstream media on any of this? One thing that annoys me about social media is the facile way in which people just comment on any issue that’s going on. So now you see people all over posting Ukrainian flags, or Putin-is-a-vampire memes, but do they actually know what’s going on? But…

I have never been to the Ukraine, and I know very little about its history, so unfortunately, contrary to most people on social media, I cannot tell you much about the country or whatever is happening there right now. It is interesting that this happens just after the Olympic Games and when most countries are…

Are there supernatural or occult elements in this whole “corona” thing? I don’t know if I am imagining things, but since I came back from mask-less, restriction-less Sweden into still masked and restricted Germany, I noticed a change in people attitudes and even in the air, so to speak. Instead of cheerful and polite as…

O Canada, we cry with shame for thee Peaceful protestors in Ottawa have been removed by force by the local police. A woman was trampled by a police horse, others were beaten or tear-gassed. Three leaders were arrested and the bank accounts of many people who merely donated money to the cause were frozen. Now…

I like to write about travel (even though most people seem to prefer to read about politics), but since at the moment I am not traveling, and talking about politics in this time can be depressing, I will write about the city where I am temporarily residing, which is not a city I like. The…

As you may by now know, one of my activities at Björkö Konstnod was to write a screenplay which ended up becoming a sort of one-act play. It was about Scandinavian playwrights Henrik Ibsen and August Strindberg meeting in the Afterlife, which in this case was a desert island covered with ice and snow (a…

Having lived in Montreal for seven years, perhaps I should know a bit more than I actually do, but I haven’t been in Canada since the start of “corona” and so I don’t really know the details of the current situation. What I do know is that Canada had very strict regulations, a group of…

In a story by August Strindberg, a student visits an island and is enchanted by it. The landscape is beautiful, his experiences are joyful and everyone is friendly. He returns overjoyed: “Perhaps you ask whether the island really was so wonderful. I answer: I found it so, but perhaps the beauty was in my way…

So this is it. Now I am on the train from Stockholm to Copenhagen, and from there to Germany, finally leaving Sweden. It was hard to leave, and not just because I loved the country. I actually missed my train, so I had a lot of trouble to extend my stay in Stockholm for one…

Today I took my last walk around Björkö. I visited the hairy cows and the horses for one last time. Then I went towards the sea in Marum, crossed the little bridge and returned through the forest to Kulla. I did not see any lynx, moose or fox, but I found a few large bones…