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Urgh.
Too tired to stay on topic, will very likely delete this tomorrow when I'm feeling less emotional.
My mother is traveling in Malaysia and Thailand. They've been in Malaysia for the last few weeks, but are set to fly to Bangkok tomorrow and the flight home is due from Bangkok to Helsinki on Friday - that will be interesting, all of it. Apparently Air Asia were actually counting on being able to land them in Bangkok tomorrow, somehow, keeping my fingers crossed.
Meanwhile, my phone is rung down by my grandmother, who is hysterical because she can't tell the difference between Mumbai and Malaysia, and with her extremely bourgeois childhood memories of the Ådalen incidents is terrified that mother is going to a country where people demonstrate against the government. Canaille! etc, etc until my ears are sore. She's a museum piece, literally; quite possibly the last living person in Sweden who thinks of the Ådalen riots as a terrible historical series of events not because civilians were shot to death by the military, but because she was so afraid of the horrible workers.
The dress is progressing. I think it might turn out great - the colour scheme is quite Red Army, although with silver buttons. My customer doesn't like goldtone anything, and although I think it would have looked fantastic on this one I don't like it much either, so I can't say I blame her.
I also managed to persuade my asocial brother to let us feed him tonight, while carefully avoiding the dreaded birthday word, and we had a very nice dinner. Think I know what to get him for his 28th on Tuesday now.
Also, the short but intense season of neo-Nazi demonstrations in Sweden starts today, the death day of Karl XII, who ruled Sweden in the early 18th century.
Some of the highlights of his reign included the battle of Poltava, which Sweden lost so spectacularly that "like the Swedes at Poltava" is apparently still a Russian proverb for someone who is completely feckless, and 6 years spent in the Ottoman empire where he got along with sultan Ahmed III like a house on fire, and brought home a number of Turkish customs and words when he eventually returned to Sweden. A great king and a very colourful character, no doubt, but I'll never quite understand why the neo-Nazis chose one of our most cosmopolitan, open-minded, racially and religiously unprejudiced kings to demonstrate in honour of. It's pretty funny, though.
My mother is traveling in Malaysia and Thailand. They've been in Malaysia for the last few weeks, but are set to fly to Bangkok tomorrow and the flight home is due from Bangkok to Helsinki on Friday - that will be interesting, all of it. Apparently Air Asia were actually counting on being able to land them in Bangkok tomorrow, somehow, keeping my fingers crossed.
Meanwhile, my phone is rung down by my grandmother, who is hysterical because she can't tell the difference between Mumbai and Malaysia, and with her extremely bourgeois childhood memories of the Ådalen incidents is terrified that mother is going to a country where people demonstrate against the government. Canaille! etc, etc until my ears are sore. She's a museum piece, literally; quite possibly the last living person in Sweden who thinks of the Ådalen riots as a terrible historical series of events not because civilians were shot to death by the military, but because she was so afraid of the horrible workers.
The dress is progressing. I think it might turn out great - the colour scheme is quite Red Army, although with silver buttons. My customer doesn't like goldtone anything, and although I think it would have looked fantastic on this one I don't like it much either, so I can't say I blame her.
I also managed to persuade my asocial brother to let us feed him tonight, while carefully avoiding the dreaded birthday word, and we had a very nice dinner. Think I know what to get him for his 28th on Tuesday now.
Also, the short but intense season of neo-Nazi demonstrations in Sweden starts today, the death day of Karl XII, who ruled Sweden in the early 18th century.
Some of the highlights of his reign included the battle of Poltava, which Sweden lost so spectacularly that "like the Swedes at Poltava" is apparently still a Russian proverb for someone who is completely feckless, and 6 years spent in the Ottoman empire where he got along with sultan Ahmed III like a house on fire, and brought home a number of Turkish customs and words when he eventually returned to Sweden. A great king and a very colourful character, no doubt, but I'll never quite understand why the neo-Nazis chose one of our most cosmopolitan, open-minded, racially and religiously unprejudiced kings to demonstrate in honour of. It's pretty funny, though.
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Wow, that Ådalen thing I did not know about...we Anglos tend to have this benign image of Scandinavia as a peaceful, quaint, harmonious place, free of most of the sturm und drang that wracks our polyglot societies. I did know about the violent left-right clashes in Finland after the civil war, but that was about it. I guess like everywhere else Sweden had it's share of political extremism and ideological tension in the thirties. Seemed to just be in the air in that decade.
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There were similar events in Norway too, IIRC, the 30's were quite turbulent.