Bad Dads

I have read many gruesome news this Summer about men in Sweden who has done so horrible things against their families so it has made me very sad.
The Zyklon-B man that I wrote about earlier got nine years in prison, the punishment wasn't longer because nobody died. I think of the children, what a memory to grow up with. Another man struck his daughter 14 times in the head with a wrench in Denmark. She died. The criminal that got half his head chopped off in Vojakkala here, I have written about it before, went to his daughter's school in Karungi the other day, she had fallen when they played and got hurt in the head. He shouted to the staff and the children that he shall kill all there. He is in such a bad shape that he can't sit in prison, he is sentenced to 70 days for another crime, but he can go to school and say that he shall place every body against a wall and shoot them. He looks very gruesome too, now the parents have taken the children from school. Poor girl with that father. Finally, this week a man has killed his ex with a boltgun three hours after she had got the custody of their little children. It happened in a village outside Luleå, her name was Frida Stenberg, 24 years old.The child saw it.He had earlier destroyed the car with the tractor when she was in it. All children need a good start, these children and their families will have these bad memories for the rest of their lifes

Knapsublogg

I use to follow another blogger from Haparanda, www.knapsublogg.blogspot.com, he is very socialdemocratic, I don't know who he is, but he is mostly very interesting to read and he has good pictures. He has also interesting links to other bloggers from this region. He writes in Swedish. Knapsu means a girlish man, a sissy. I saw one yesterday, I know that one shall be openminded, but it felt strange to see this Jan-Olov Madeleine, maybe I have lived in the Valley too long.

A memorable Summer

This Summer is something to remember because I don't usually get so many new impressions and friends, mostly because I never go anywhere, but now, after my Scotland-trip and with this blog I have met more interesting people than before.
I have learnt about Sames and Finnish speaking natives in North America and that Meänkieli and a certain Meänkieliauthor is very important in USA,I had no idea about that before. I have got a Grandson, my youngest son is going to a University on Saturday, the first of my children to do that. I have seen Prince Charles and Camilla, and today I will look at Crownprincess Victoria and her parents.
The Summer is over,it was -5 C last night, and I shall go to work next week.
I came to think of a Monty Python song when I read some of the comments on my post Etnic clean, it's called Never be rude to a nigger. If you read the comments you see what I mean.Hasse,the busdriver I wrote about before is retired, I sort of missed him when he didn't drive the Stockholm bus, I heard that he had been angry to a little old lady, 73 years old. I have also learnt a man to eat Salmon, he didn't like it before, and about whiskytesting in Scotland, many people that I speak with dream of that, it is everywhere there, in ordinary shops, in the taxfree at the Airport, and it is free, costs nothing.

Ethan Noel

The main purpose for my trip to Scotland was to see my Grandson Ethan Noel for the first time, he was born 30/6. It was such a great feeling to hold him the first time,to know that a new generation continues in my family. This is what life is all about, to give birth to children and hope that everything goes well for them. Ethan is now number 20 in my family tree, the first was born 1425. Grandfather Keith has him as number 13 in his new Harri-clan. He is the first Grandchild in both our families. My wife who believes in astrology says that his future will be bright, that he will be successful. I think so too. It is a great joy with grandchildren.

Dolly the sheep

Dolly was the first cloned sheep,it happened in Rosslyn near the chapel I wrote about earlier,we visited the museum in Edinburgh where they showed up Dolly. She looked very much alive complete with shit on the ground and on the backside.
My daughter in law's Grandfather was a pioneer in cloning, according to an article in a LIFE magazine from the sixties, he was involved in cloning experiments. An interesting man, I have mailcontact with him. I didn't know before that Scotland has been first in many branches of Science and Technology. It was free to go in too, we have to pay in Sweden.

Aboriginals

I shall tell you more about the etnic problems here. The Same people is the aboriginal people here, they have lived here thousands of years, the ice age ended 7000 years ago, but as it is in Greenland, there were icefree areas at the Norweigan coast where people lived, the Komsa culture north of Tromsö. The reindeerowning Sames have certain rights to fish,hunt and driving with vehicles in the mountains that others don't have. Here in Tornevalley there is another group Finnish speaking Kväns. Finnish speaking people in Norway is called Kväns. Lapland is called Finnmark in Norway. Finland and Sweden was one country until 1809, when Finland was lost to Russia, the Finnish speaking people on both sides of the Torneriver was divided into two countries. Some of them think that they have been treated very bad by the Swedish Governement, and the last years a new movement has come, the Kväns. They claim that they were here before the Sames, that they shall have the special rights that the Sames have now. Some years ago, in Karesuando,in one of the northernmost schools in Sweden, the Samechildren stayed home from school because of the Kvänchildren. The road signs are in two languages in these areas, and very often the Samesigns have been thrown out in the terrain.

Edinburgh

Edinburgh is full of interesting places, really scary graveyards, I walked there in daylight, but I wouldn't had liked to go there at night, it was Dracula and Frankenstein feeling over them. There were even a house were somebody lived in one of them. In older days there were graverobbers there, so someone lived there to protect the graves. There had been a koncentration camp there too, and there were ghosts and poltergeists, people had been attacked. The Walter Scott monument was impressive, a big statue and a very big tower over it. Sir Walter Scott wrote Ivanhoe. Keith and I walked up to the castle, the oldest chapel is 1000 years old, it is built on an old vulcano, we met the owner of a souvenir shop there, he hadn't opened yet, so he sat there in his underwear and dressed himself in his kilt. He took off the underwear when he had the kilt on, they don't have anything underneath.
The weather changed several times a day, sun,rain,sun again, more rain, I sang a song for myself, It always rains in Edinburgh,Caledonia. It was no problem, I had clothes for it. Most people there had no rainclothes, as I didn't have so much clothes with me, I didn't want to get wet. It was a charm with that too, but I recommend Gore Tex if you go there.

Etnic clean?

I am critical to separatistic movements in Tornevalley as I have written earlier about Bengt Pohjanen. In Haparandabladet 4/8-09 there is a text written by Polo, it says;" And Meänkieli shall us unite, it shall be the bottom and the base, and we all shall be etnic clean, of the Tornevalleykvän rase".
Joseph Goebbels couldn't had said it better. I am so allergic against people who says things like this, look at Bosnia, same movements there.

Okie from Muskogee

Okie from Muskogee is an old country song that by some reason is in my head. When I was in Edinburgh I had to speak English most of the time so that my Canadian friends there should understand me. After a week there I even talked English even if I didn't have to, with my son. I found a friend there, Keith. I sang Okie for myself, and he remembered it too from his youth. This is a little greeting from me, Keith.

Parkbenches Edinburgh-Haparanda

I have been walking around in Edinburgh and in one park there were benches with brass plates with names of donators on them. Very beautiful benches with surface like a sailingboat, not a mark on them. Back in Haparanda, the City has for the first time since I came here put benches between Marielund and central Haparanda, and what happens? Shit happens! I saw one bench today turned over, vandalaized, some Jeesus bullshit was written in Finnish on it. What's the point? why must we who like to walk,walk two km to find a place to sit? It was friendly people there too, I didn't see kids who were kicking on things like it is here. Edinburgh has 100 times more inhabitants than Haparanda, an IKEA, and Centre full of life. Haparanda's is dead. They have also their own Scottish money and flag. Look at that! Meän Kielians.