The Eyes of the World

One day you will wake up and find out that you are the eyes of the world!

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Location: Haslev, Denmark

Monday, October 31, 2005

It is always nice to see your friends when you are travelling - AK in Greenland.
See you all out there! Someday, somewhere, somehow.....
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I am the walrus....






Walrus, my room (I rarely see it....), polar bears,

One the sea and Nunavut.






At the artic circle in Nunavut, lifevests and waiting, Icebergs, Inuit kid, diving whale...

Iceland, Greenland and towards Canada



















Girls from Greenland, Geoff interviewed on the top of Iceland, AK in front of our dear ship, me in front of a grave in Greenland, two bluewhales.

Israel, Jordan, Syria, Lebanon and Reikjavik






Donia, Olga, Itay and I outside Tel Aviv, the Great mosque in Damaskus, the view from a monerstary nearby Lukas' house, Reikjavik and Petra (do you remember it from Indiana Jones?)

From Israel...


From The Old City, The Dead Sea, The Holocaust Museum, Jerusalem and the desert (in southern part of Israel).


This is what Volunteer work is all about...

Max and I tried to go to a nearby hill every evening to see the sunset. We were planning to be deep and philosophical and think about; however, we realized that that was impossible because of all the children in the camp that could see us from everywhere (because we were sitting on a hill-top)... They came to throw stones (WITH US), play football, ask for caramels etc. I tell you, this is what volunteer work about. To see and realize that children in Sahara, Israel, Syria, Greenland, Norway, China and Denmark are all the same. It is only when we get old that we get too indifferent from each other; not only when it comes to other countries, but also within our own countries. Within our families...maybe within ourselves.

Pictures....






All our students, Milfhas drying in 49 Celcius, playing "Sahara chess", drinking tea (again), reflections while riding a camel......

Pictures






Here are some pic's from Algirs, our dinner and my wonderful class....

Sunday, October 30, 2005

Who am I?

My mom thought she met someone she knew from her old work, however, they woman did not remember my mom at the first place. Two days later she writes back that she remember my mom, but she mixed my mom up with someone else. Then my mom writes back to inform her that she is another person (which is a bit strange thing to write). The woman who messed my mom up with another person then remember my mom and she writes back:

"It always nice to know who oneself is"

I really liked that quote....I am sorry that the story is so confusing....I guess that it is more fun if you knew my mom....or just knew the story from the start....anyway, I am happy today because I will see Martin Clifford (my great friend since I was 8 month) and I am also seeing my niece (Vera) for the first time (she is almost 3 weeks old now!!).

If anyone knows anyone at Cape Verde then write me, because I am going there in some few days :-)... Life is Good, I miss the Sahara....but just a bit....The colours are beautiful in Denmark, red, yellow and brown....I love autumn...

This article is for a danish newspaper...therefore in Danish

FRA ØRKEN TIL GADEKÆR:

At kommer tilbage til rindende vand, en temperatur på 15 grader og asfalteret veje, var som at blive lukket ind i en ny verden efter mine 2 måneder i Sahara. Der blev jeg nødt til at hente vand fra brønden for at tage et bad, gå til skole for at undervise i 45 grader, og kører på de mest bumpede ”veje” (sand og sten). Det er først nu, at jeg indser hvor langt der er fra gadekær til sandklitter, fra kylling til couscous.
Flygtningelejren som jeg boede i, er beliggende i Algeriet, tæt på grænsen til Mauritania og Vest Sahara (som i øjeblikket er okkuperet af Marroco). Lejren består af mere end 40.000 mennesker, hvorfra 70 % er kvinder. Familien som jeg boede hos havde to små lerhuse, et lille ”køkken” og et stort telt som de brugte mest. Jeg underviste 15 elever, seks dage om ugen i engelsk; de fleste af dem var kvinder som kom fra fattige familier, og derfor ikke kunne uddanne sig på andre måder.
De fleste af de unge i lejren er dog veluddannede og de snakker alle spansk, arabisk og hassaniya (det lokale sprog for nomader i det område), en stor del af dem læser på universitet i Algeriet og Libyen, og de heldige kommer til Cuba eller Spanien.

Jeg var utroligt overrasket over hvor velfungerende lejerne er (der er fem i alt, samlet er de mere end 160.000 mennesker). I den lejr som jeg opholdt mig i var der et hospital, mere end 10 skoler f.eks. for blinde, handicappede, og almindelige ”folkeskoler”, et kunst museum, en ”biograf”, radio og tv station. Endvidere er infrastrukturen så god, at de gamle får udleveret specielt kamel mælk (som er betydeligt bedre end gedemælken) en gang om dagen og får massage en gang om ugen.

En normal dag i lejren forløb således; jeg stod op kl. 05:30 for at spise min morgenmad hvilket bestod af nybagt brød og marmelade, derudover dadler og te (da lejren er muslimsk fulgte jeg også ramadanen med dem), klokken 09:00 startede undervisningen som bestod mest af basale engelske sætninger og grammatik, fra 12:00 til 18:00 slapper man af, læser, tænker eller sover; grunden til den lange siesta er temperaturen udenfor, 40 C grader på en god dag. Om eftermiddagen kunne jeg gå rundt i lejren, besøge mine elever, og vente på at fasten kunne ende. Aftensmaden ville starte omkring kl. 20:00 og bestod af couscous, får eller kamel kød og brød og efter den ville vi få endnu en te før vi gik i seng.
Det meste af maden i lejren er givet af WFP (World Food Program) hvilket gør at maden er meget ensartede, og ikke har de vitaminer som børnene skal bruge for at udvikle sig ordentligt; samtidigt er det lokale drikkevand fyldt med mineraler og bakterie som ødelægger tænderne og maven. Disse Saharawi flygtninge har levet under meget hårdere forhold i mere end 30 år, og lejren har forbedret sig meget siden; desværre er lejerne stadig langt fra ideelle at leve i, og fremtidsudsigterne for at de kan få deres land tilbage er meget ringe da støtten fra de Europæiske regeringer er meget begrænset.

Saturday, October 29, 2005

My Second Home

I was at the college from thursday to friday, and it went much better than I expected. My dear first years were not stressed out too much, so they actually had time to talk with me. The Weather was great and the food was bad (you can't get everything). It was nice to see Mariano again, it was nice to see that my first years feels the same way as I did about their first years...

The best thing of the whole trip was my presentation about Western Sahara, it went really well and I got good feedback from Peter W., John L. etc. and most importanly of all, Senia and Tekbher. Now I just hope that I managed to inspired some few people to do a third year option, and even better, they would do it in Sahara!

I came home from the school, and went directly to Copenhagen down town to enjoy a little glass of something with a bunch of people from RCN (Matilda, Itay, Max, David, Naja, Louise, AK, Klaus), just like the good old days (apart from the fact that we were drinking in a pub, and not a little tiny toilet!)

I am busy packing now, because I am going to Roselina (www.roselina.dk) on tuesday with Max...but just write be before that ;-)

/Mads - Sdam

Eat vegetables.

Eat vegetables.
If I should give anyone an advice for the future, vegetables would be the magic word. The long-time benefits of vegetables have been proved by all scientists, however, the advices that I am going to say now is only based on the time I had in Sahara to think about Life. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy your youth. The power and the beauty of it. Actually, never mind. My grandmom once told me that I will not be able to understand the power and beauty of my youth until they've faded. But trust me, my mom is looking at picture from 20 years ago, and she recalls in a way that she can't grasp now how much possibility lay before her and how beautiful she really was. YOU are not as fat as you imagine

Don't worry about the future; or actually, you should worry, but I have learned that worrying is as effective as trying to solve Kip's math questions by chewing bubble gum. The real problems in Life is apt to be things that never crossed your little worried mind, you know, the kind that surprised you at 3pm on some random Wednesday.
Do one thing EVERY DAY that scares the shit out of you.

Speak up.

Be carefull with other people's hearts. Don't waste time with people who are reckless with yours.

Go with the flow.

I have learned from my mistakes; don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you are in the front, sometimes you are behind. The race is long, and in the end, it is only with yourself.
Remember every time people praise you, or give you a compliment. Put it down in the suitcase that you carry throughout your Life and take them up sometimes and look at them. Forget the insults. (if you learn how to do this, then write me!)

Keep the letters that your friend sends you. Throw away the bills and the old letters from the bank. However, remember what Anna Garner said; reuse, reduce, recycle.

Do exercise.

Make a plan for your Life, but DO NOT feel guilty if nothing goes as planned. I have met really interesting people who do not know what to do with their Life. Life changes, so does the plans.

Drink milk or eat cheese, get a lot of calcium. Be carefull with your knees. You will miss them when they are gone.

Maybe you will go to university, maybe you won't. Maybe you will get married, maybe you won't. Maybe you will have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you will divorce after 15 years of marriage, maybe you will dance " Do You Know The Muffin Man" on your 80th wedding anniversary.

Your choices will always be half chance. That is how it is with everybody else as well....

You owe one great instrument, a perfect camera, a perfect mean of transport, a perfect instrument. Enjoy your body, your eyes, legs and nose. Don't be afraid of it....just be afraid to loose it.

DANCE! (even if you have nowhere to do it, do it in your room, or in your head)
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them all the time.
Do not read the glossy beauty magazine. They will only make you feel less worth, more poor and make you feel ugly.

Life has an end. Everything has en end (except for a worm, it got two).
Get to know your parents, talk with them, walk with them, write them, surprise them. You never know when they will be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings. Maybe they are very different from you, maybe the took the last icecream ten years ago, maybe the got more than you. Nonetheless, they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Winter comes, winter goes. But a new winter will come again. So with friends. Understand that friends come and go, but you will always hold on to some few precious once...no matter the distance. Just work harder to bridge the gaps in Lifestyle and geography, because when you get old, you will need the people who knew you when you were young!

Travel. See the World. Explore a new culture. Study - but outside a classroom. Live in a refugeecamp once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live on the countryside once, but leave before it makes you soft. Learn from other cultures, and still stay with your own.

Accept the certain truths of Life. Prices will for sure rise. Politicians will suck up to you and lie. We will all get older, yes even you. And when we get older, we will fantasize about the time when we young, prices were reasonable, children behaved nicely and respected their elders...and politicians never lied.

Listen to peoples advice, but be carefull with what you use of it. Advice is just memories and nostalgia. Dispensing it, is one way of fishing the past from the trashbin, clean it, round the corners, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it is worth.

Nevertheless, use one of my advices. Eat vegetables.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

A bit jealous....but just a bit...

I was reading through the Alumni today....and WAUW, all my dear co-years are really doing interesting stuff! Okay, most of them are complaning about the low intellect of the American people, and some are whining about not getting the chance to travel or they are in the military, nonetheless, the are all studying really cool stuff, at really awesome places....I wish I was there!!

I decided in Sahara that I will study journalism in Århus in Denmark....but after reading about Canada, the States and England.....hmmm...maybe.....ehh...I dunno yet! Life is still rolling, and I don't have to decide yet!

I'm waking up tomorrow at shit o'clock (04:00) to take the train to the airport, and then towards FLEKKE!!! My second home! The place that I Loved to Hate! The best thing of the all is that I just heard that it is raining and almost snowing there....Just like 2003-2005!

/Mads - just can't stay in Denmark

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Home Sweet Home

To come to little tiny Haslev might seems like a "farmer like" place, however, it seems more like a great metropol after having been living in Laayoune refugee camp for two months. It is really nice, and most important cosy to come back to my family, language and food - but it is also cold, stressing and confusing. I had time in the camp to think, and I didn't have to "sort out" my thoughts of what would be important and not. I never have time to think about everything I want when I am in Denmark, there are too many people, informations and offers that I have to consider, I could on the other hand just let my thoughts go witht the flow in the desert.
I thought a lot about my past, my present and my future; basically just about Life, from the most silly things (like, if you hold your first close for 10 years, would your nails go through your hand??!) to more serious things about my behaving and interaction with other people.
I also got a lot of time to read, which meant that I read Oxford Paperback Dictionary from A to Z and that I know quite a lot of capitals in the World right now.

The whole experience in the camp is impossible to describe, I came back, not only with a stomach infection, but also with a big suitcase filled with memories of a different culture and thoughts about more volunteer working in the future. I took more than 1000 pictures, plus even more with the best camera you can get; my eyes. I have met people who have changed my way of thinking, and other who have made me think that my ideas are the right :-)
I have been riding camels, slept in the sanddunes, taught totally covered women, been sick in 45 Celcius, got shower water from a little hole in the ground, gotten lost in the desert, been driving around minefields, seeing the most beautiful sunsets and sunrises, and much more.

I came back last sunday after been travelling for more than 24 hours: Laayoune, Tindouf, Algiers, Milano, Copenhagen, Haslev.....finally....Haslev. I am going back to RCN on thursday, and then I will be leaving for my next big trip on tuesday.

I have realized that the worse aspect about all this travelling is that it is so difficult to keep in contact with a lot of people; but on the other hand I also have something to talk with them about when I finally get in contact with someone.....

/Mads - busy planning his Life