om Polen

It was there behind the wall for almost 5 decades... and during this time the communism ripped and ripped in the social fabric (whatever little was left after division, war, soviet invasion, years of close-to-fascism and other terrifying invasions, more occupation, tension, destruction and repression) the elites were killed of in the war most of them, whoever was left fled, joined the party or struggled through.

The worst of communism was the conceit for the masses. The absolute plastic or artificial or non-existant view on human values, human connection – and like all good suppressors rule by division. People from Ukraine moved to Silesia, people from Silesia to Siberia and then the enforced forgetting of regional specialities, dialects and traditions. Left are people like animals, ready to be swooped around, scared to form opinions, robbed of information and possibilities to join, discuss, share, help each other and grow communal things. Almost at least, as some of them still managed to and that is also the strong forces that overruled it all in the end as we all know.

But the social fabric, there is no wonder that it appears ripped, even after communism is gone and has been replaced by now 2 decades of festive capitalism growing a fierce number of shoppingmalls per capita in the country, and on its way unlimited possibilities for corruption and outright robbery for the smart ones in the right position. And there we are in the second decade of the 2000s, finding the social fabric very thin, probably will take years to build, if there will ever be a day when in general will smile to you in the street, serve you in their shop with a genuine service mindedness or one does not hear complaints and warnings about "the bad and dangerous people" - ruling the parks, the streets and society in general, media and politics in particular.

The negativity about other people, the quickness to judge, the lack of smiles – that is a heavy portion to me. The sentiment remains that everybody are likely to screw you always, it does not exist everywhere and among everyone, but sipps through often enough for you to wonder what damage that feeling itself is doing to society? Perhaps even worse than the actual corruption and criminality? Believing the worst is a real legacy that is hard to get rid off, and sadly it often turns out to be a self fulfilling prophecy for years to come, on the dire path of rebuilding social fabric.

om vitlök

Det var det där med vitlök... det luktar, det smakar, inte äckligt, inte ofräscht egentligen, bara mycket och annorlunda. Färsk blad vitlök plockade vi häromsistens i schweiziska för-alperna. Mixade och gjorde pesto. Det blev gott, och starkt, man luktade mycket och smakade länge. Men det var fint - den där naturupplevelsen av att plocka nåt i skogen, gå hem och laga till en hel måltid (inklusive italienska pastarör, spansk olivolja, havsalt från tibet och valnötter från sydfrankrike i och för sig....) Lokal-global, jag älskar att leva båda. Kanske därav dragningen till stickning, hemodlade kryddor och inredning som osar charmigt hemgjort på sistone. Men inte utan argentinsk mate, italienska espresso och då och då kubanska bönor, ukrainska pelmieni, bulgarisk getost, afrikansk roiboos, indonesisk ketcap (tjock söt soja, förmodligen ursprunget till det som senare betitlades heinz och var gjort av tomater) japanskt chenso, svensk renstek, indiskt ris och thailändska nudelrätter. Inte alls utan transporter. Inte heller utan kedjor av människoöden inblandade - hemma i produktionen, i transportindustrin längs vägen och i färgglada, sentimentala, strävande konstellationer i nya hemländer. Så tyvärr inte särskilt miljövänligt, inte heller alltid rättvist kanske - inga klara sanningar om goda sidor eller om det är bättre att avstå. Men hursomhelst med mycket liv inblandat.