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, July 31, 2006

NEW EMAIL: MADSQF@HOTMAIL.COM

To make a long story short. Someone has changed my G-mail account password AND my hotmail account password. So I can not check my main e-mail, and I cannot log on MSN.... The person who did it is FUNNY FUNNY....or......

Therefore my new e-mail for MSN is:

madsqf@hotmail.com

Tak.

Sunday, July 30, 2006

On Memories

"Most men will not swim before they are able to.' Is that not witty? Naturally, they won't swim! They are born for the solid earth, not for the water. And naturally they won't think. They are made for life, not for thought. Yes, and he who thinks, what's more, he who makes thought his business, he may go far in it, but he has bartered the solid earth for the water all the same, and one day he will drown."

Is that beautiful or not? I was discussing this passage with Mathias and Klaus some days ago and we all came up with a different conclusion about the purpose of this quote. For me it says that you shouldn’t spend all your time thinking, because then you will drown. It is important to learn how to Live, before you learn how to think. First we walk, and then we swim, not the other way around. We are born to the solid earth, we are born to Live. That quote is the kind of quotes that makes me think and makes me read the few words over and over again. Not because I don’t understand it (that is only a part of it) but mostly because it is so beautiful and well written. Nevertheless, I think maybe I ought to stop Living and start Thinking, at least if I want to get an education.

So, I am just done with Herman Hesse’ book Steppenwolf and what can I say? I like the way he writes and the ideas, however a lot of it is taken almost directly from Nietzsche. I don’t mind when authors steal from other writers, but sometimes it can be too much. It is no secret in the book that Herman Hesse is very much influenced by Nietzsche and Freud. I don’t know if I should out with Siddhartha already now, or I should start with the titanic book by Robert Fisk (the War for Civilisation). I have all these plans about books I have to read, but I also don’t want to destroy a good book by reading it too fast. With too little focus on the book (I tend to have too much focus on the next book on my list)

So, as I said Mathias and Klaus are also reading the book Steppenwolf these days, but it was not only because of that that I visited them this week.
On Monday I went to Copenhagen to have a nice and relaxed day with first my new little niece and then later on with Klaus. We had a great time….and the time with Klaus was okay as well…. We went out clubbing, which can be quit difficult on a Monday night in Copenhagen but we managed to find to nice pubs to share a tequila, rum & coke and some few beers. All in all, a tipsy night out. Then I went to Mathias place. He lives in the dark part of Denmark called Jutland, though I must admit that his house has very beautiful surroundings. Especially the beech trees and the fjords make it look very nice…even though it is Jutland. It seems to me that Mathias still hasn’t reached the PUWCD, BUT I know it will come….after half a year…maybe a year or so.

Yesterday I stayed at Max place for a night, unfortunately I came to Malmö very late and I had to leave Malmö very early the day after, but the small 24 hours we had together were good. Walked in the sun, met Negar, drank coffees on hip cafes, saw an Hizbollah pro-demonstration, looked at girls….looked at more girls……and yes….damn, Swedish girls are cute. Max read some parts of his diary from Sahara and from the sailing trip we did and when I heard these stories I almost got wet eyes, and turned into this nostalgic mindset where the whole world just close around you and you suddenly start to smell, feel, hear and see the past very clearly… (and always a lot more beautifully). I am so glad that I wrote diaries the last year not because I am afraid that I will forget any of it, just because I can pick out a memory very easily, the good ones and the bad ones and just feel how I felt in that moment when I wrote it. Like I do with pictures, I know exactly how I feel or where I was, or how the room looked liked every time I look at my old picture. I remember the moments so clearly, my mind just need the little push that pictures and diaries can give me.
Talking about all these memories….If your Life was a movie, would you then watch it?

I only have two small things that I would like to share before I end this little post. The first thing is a quote from a famous Lebonese writer and painter; Kahlil Gibran. I think I will post a quote from him every time I write something from now on. This is personally one of the most beautiful and simple lines from him:

Love one another but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

The other little news story is that I got into Copenhagen University for History, although I don’t think I will start this year. My plan is to study history for three years, and then study Middle East studies for 2 years afterwards (and in the meantime study photography).

Saturday, July 22, 2006

On the Lebanon/Israel conflict

The UWC colleges are full of people with great ideals about peace and harmony, furthermore people are taught these ideals of international understanding. It also works at the different colleges, but the problem is when after two years, young people goes and meet the world. When facing the “Real World” it seems impossible that Tibetans and Chinese, Indians and Pakistians, Armenian and Turks, Palestinians and Israelis can ever be “friends”, at the UWC colleges all these combination were possible.
I think that it is rather naïve to think that you can combine the UWC ideals fully with how the world is today; hence you have to combine them with the norms of society. We have seen a good example of this the last couple of weeks in the conflict between Hizbollah and Israel. I have tried to talk with people from both sides, about how the war influences them and their families. How they have to use UWC ideals in a war zone.

I remember talking with Itay some days before the IDF soldiers got kidnapped, we talked about how happy he was about being in the north and not in the Gaza strip or the West Bank where he would have to get seriously involved. He still did operations in the North; however Hizbollah was not active at the time. Actually, the northern part of Israel has been quit peaceful since 2000 when IDF pulled out of south Lebanon (after 18 years of occupation). In the beginning Itay actually wanted to be in the intelligence, however he ended up in the “fighting units” (the unit that is a part of the intelligence). He was too well-trained physically. I have always wondered why this peaceful friend of mine should have to carry a weapon in his hands. Or as Yonathan said (My third year from Israel), “I came from the college where I learned conflict management, now I am learning how to kill a person in as many ways as possible”. He also told me how he had cried the first time he had fired the gun. It is not that these people REALLY want to go to the military. It is a lot deeper than that. I remember when I was discussing the issue with Itay in the first year, and he wrote me a long e-mail about it. Here is two quote that describes a bit how he felt (summer 2004): “If you ask me why Im going to the army? because if I wont, and all of my peers wont, then my country will not exist anymore. Yes, there is a stage in my life in which I will have to hold a gun. I dont like it, but in most places in the world, life does not consist majorly of things that one "likes" to do.” And “I will fight for my compatriots and not, god forbid, for Sharon.”
I remember the mails that I got from him when he was in the army, sometimes he would tell me about what he called the “Sunday fatigue”, the time in a soldier’s life where they just don’t want to go back. It is the time when the soldiers, are considering hurting themselves so they wouldn’t have to go back to the barracks. Other times he would be really happy about it, for example when he got to discuss political issues, or when we became soldier of the week, and later on “Soldier of the Diversion”. He was also very happy when he was no more a “Zero”, but a trained soldier (the time when they have finished basic training.)
When the bombings started in Lebanon, I got a text message from Itay saying: “Hi Mads, I am near the border, I just want 2 request if u r in touch with Lukas send him my greetings…” This is typically Itay, thinking about the people on the other side as the first thing. He couldn’t tell me much about what he was doing, but kept me frequently updated with texts like: “I was on the border doing some stuff, going back there now. I am doing good… will update u more when I can” and “say hi 2 them from me. I am going out again 2night… I am too new to enter Lebanon nevertheless, its on the border, 4 one night.”

Another part of the story is Donia, she is one of the many arab-isralies living in the north (near Haifa, the city that Hizbollah is bombing these days). When I talked with her some days ago, she was still in Florence, Italy. However, she was still going home in two weeks, which shocked me a bit, and when asked “Why, aren’t you scared”, then she just answered: “its the story of our life mads”. I was maybe very ignorant at the college, but I rarely thought about that many of the people that I saw everyday were used to bombings of their hometowns. Again the paradox of UWC, when people study in peaceful Norway and afterward go home to a country that is getting bombed. I remember travelling around the region in the summer after my graduation, and I saw the beautiful city of Haifa together with Itay. The city is a mosaic of many different relgions living peacefully together, and I couldn’t imagine that anyone would ever bomb such a beautiful city; likewise I don’t understand how the Israelis can bomb Jbeil in Lebanon - the oldest continuously-inhabited city in the world.

I remember when I drove from Damaskus to Beirut in the summer 2005, there were bombcrates and bulletholes everythere from the civilwar. It still seemed in many ways like a country in war, however, you could also feel when talking with people there that they were tired of war, furthermore everyone I talked with had a hope about the future will be better.
I mostly stayed in the North together with Lukas (near Tripoli) and Yara (in Jbeil) where I sensed that people were gathered around Hariri, and against the Syrians – and to some point, against Hizbollah.

I was very nervous for the people I knew in Lebanon when I first heard about the bombings, I knew that Itay will be more safe because of the fact that he is in one of the best armies in the world, but I didn’t know what kind of situation that Yara, Lukas plus their familes that I stayed with were in.
Luckily I heard from Lukas very early on, he was in Germany with his family (except for his father, he is still in Lebanon today). After some days, I finally got a text message from Yara saying that she had escpaed up in the mountains with her family and also Nora who was there visiting.
In the first mail I got from Lukas, he clarified the whole situation for me (as he saw it). As he wrote to me: , “Iran is the mastermind behind it all, to create instability in Lebanon so the Syrians can come back, it is horrible but unfortunately I tend to be pessimistic about it all, Lebanon will always be the battlefield (of many post world war 2) of global wars, and now I am stranded in here in Germany and waiting, a horrible feeling”
After some days I received an email from Yara, telling me that she and her family was fine. She also wrote: “I htink of Itay as well, it's funny that I could cross the hallway to his room a year ago and now he might be sitting right there executing orders to bomb or to keep vigilance... I don't support anyone... The poor Israelis are as afraid as we are... they're all in shelters...
I don't sleep much because I hear planes all night and I'm terrified!
We are going to try to leave...” They were ready and packed, just waited that the embassy will come. Although the first message they got from the embassy was very bad (they have to find 200 other Argentineans.), they managed to leave to Cyprus some days after. Nora left to Damaskus in Syria and then home to Germany. Some few days ago, Yara, her mother and her brother got a chance to go to Madrid, where they are now.

The news as it seems now is pretty dark and pessimistic. Israel is attacking on land now with tanks and special units, nevertheless, Hizbollah is fighting very strong back, and holding the two cities that IDF tried to overtake in Lebanon. The global community is still talking, not acting.

Do you remeber?

Do you remember when you were a little child, and you saw a pen drawing a nose on a piece of paper for the first time? A nose grew out of the paper, something were created. This nose that you knew from human faces suddenly lighted up on a piece of paper. That was amazing times.... Why dont I feel these kinds of discoveries anymore?

Saturday, July 15, 2006

The best invention since the ice cube

I was just reading the newspapers today, and most of the articles are (of course) about the conflict in the Middle East, however I also read this article about a homepage that everyone reading this should visit.

www.couchsurfing.ocm

It is the best idea ever, and I am going to try it out...take a look at it!

Thursday, July 13, 2006

The minus about being a UWC graduate

There are fighting in the Middleeast these days....Not only Hamas and Israel, but also in the north. Today the Israelie army bombed Beirut airport.....I was there only a year ago, where everyone in the country seemed happy about the development in the country. The most scary part is that Yara is in Jbeil, and near the border to Lebanon we find Itay. That is the most scary part....... I didnt expect Elmert to react as hard as he did, especially because he is not one of the "hard-liners" in Isralie politics. I am fearing that it will develop the next few days or weeks.

When people asks me what country I like the most, I always answer Argentina, Greenland and Lebanon. I would like to go back to these countries at some point, and I had actually planned a visit to one of them already....but now I have to change it.

Sunday, July 09, 2006

blah blah blah

I was japanese for a day yesterday, due to my new job, I had to go on one of the big sight-seeing tours that the cruiseship is arranging, hence I got to see Holmekolmen, Vigerlandsparken, The Viking Museum, The Kon-tiki and the Fram museum. The most interesting was the Kon-Tiki museum, where they also mention UWC.....Thor Heyerdahls ideals are actually really interesting. I also went around with a lot of americans, one of them, a little fat American boy in sandals, blue "over-washed" shorts, and a white t-shirt with the text: "Second, is just the first looser"......For me, that is America.

I am also reading a really good book these days, "The Mercy of Thin Air", its about after-life, or actually the mid-Life, or as in the book where they call it "The Inbetween". I will write more about it, when I am done reading it....

I just heard that Mathias and Liv both got extremely grades on their IB, damn, I dunno if my danish first years were really smart guys, or else were my co-years (and me) really stupid.
I just pop over (while cleaning my desktop) a poem that I wrote during the IB math exam more than a year ago.

I am divided and double
what is the probability that I will show my total percentage?
Even if you times me, you will not get the total.
I am not the square root of the size of your thoughts, multiplying makes me merely.

I am blahing too much, blah, blah, blah...I am working and counting the days until I am ready to go somewhere else....(I am getting the answers from the danish universities on the 28th this month).

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

From Roskilde to Cambodia

Damn, it is over…One week just flew away like leaves in the wind. A week with good music, good friends, and good cold beers. A week on Roskilde – Europe’s biggest festival. Roskilde is a totally strange place to go into, everyone is different from you, still everyone share something that cannot be described in words. 110.000 people gathered together for one week, just to drink, eat cheap food, sleep in a warm tent, drink, listen to music, dance in the sun, drink, listen to live poetry, smoke up, and a lot more strange, but still wonderful things.
Then when you come home, all these new memories from a night when you were really drunk come out again. Like the night when I walked back home, and a stranger from came up to kiss me, or when I drank Australian Port together with two Australians in our camp. I am home now. At home where people walk with clothes (and NORMAL clothes), home where you don’t see 10.000 people walking on the roads more or less stoned, going to buy beers. At home where no strange Swedes comes up to you and dance with you. At home where you can’t scream: “BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN” to everyone with a cowboy hat (because no one has one). At home where I look silly with a vest on. At home where my neighbour is not screaming “MÅ JEG SE DINE PATTER” (Can I see your tits) to everyone who is passing by.
I am at home where we sit on chairs and eat, and where every dinner is not a competetion in “who can eat the ugliest way”, where you can’t put mayonnaise in Mathias hands and he will lick it off. At home where you can’t sit and discuss if you want to hear an unknown band from Mali, the new American pop star, or Norwegian death metal…. I am counting the days until I can be back there in the grass with a cold beer in my hand, love in my heart and the sun on the skies.
Roskilde is Denmark’s 5th biggest town during the festival, and everyone has the special “Roskilde spirit” that has only been seen on Woodstock before. You can talk with everyone; people are tolerant, helpful, and open-minded. There is no “political law” on Roskilde, even though most of the people there are very left-winged. Everyone is there because of something else, something called….Roskilde.
I remember when I watch the football games on the skater ramps, together with 30.000 other people, sitting next to Mathias, sitting on a crate of beers. I remember when I was at one of the best concerts in my Life, jumping up and down, moving my hips left and right to the Uruguayan rhythm of “Bola 8”, or when I sat down in front of the biggest stage to listen to Roger Waters (the guy from Pink Floyd) playing “I wish you were here”. I remember the long walks and talks that Mathias and I had together, or the great moments in the UWC camp…ehh, actually, I don’t remember much of them, mostly because I was really drunk most of the time there, but I am sure that I had great moments. I remember watching an old and bad Bob Dylan concert, and I remember the beautiful girls. I remember the “Festival De Luxe Burger” and the “makrel filet” that I ate so many times. I remember the horrible smell of urine in my nose almost everywhere, or the dust in the air. I remember the 30 degrees Celsius, and the rain on one of the first nights. I remember talking with a guy from Italy called Dario, buying a crate a beer because there was a penalty in the world cup. I remember the weed dealer on the corner, and his long working days. I remember everything in flashes, because that is how Roskilde happened, in flashes.

Now I am home, going to work in 20 min. I know that I am only going to work for half a year, and then I will go and do a “Fourth Year Option”. I just a little scholarship, so now I am able to go to Cambodia and work for the CCH. The same place as Peter and Henrieke (Second years) went to, and the place where Ulrika (First year) is going. I am really looking forward to go there, especially because Cambodia was the first place that I actually wanted to go to for a “Third Year Option”. I hope I will get another great time there, teaching these orphans who normally live from collecting trash in the capital Phnom Penh. So, everyone who would like to visit me in Cambodia, just give me a call or write me J.,

Work is calling, Life is stopping, the money will come, so I again can Live Life like I like to Live.