365Posted by vagablond 2013-01-24 09:07:47
Jeg undres hvordan de som vandrer inn til Norge med mål for øye om en ny start i en ny tilværelse opplever Norge og nordmenn.
Det kan neimen ikke være lett å komme til et land der folk tenker at de er det beste folket på kloden, det folk som tar de beste avgjørelser og generelt er best i alt. Med unntak av nordmenn som selv har vært nye i andre land, vil jeg påstå at det norske folk er det folk som er minst imøtekommende, minst empatiske og verst på inkludering; ikke seg i mellom, men sånn imellom nordmenn og de som er nest best eller ikke like best.
Jeg har mange eksempler, men velger å falle tilbake på den opplevelsen som er ferskest; det store bankbyttet.
Jeg er norsk.
Jeg er født i Norge, har vokst opp her og gått all skolegang fra første klasse og ut videregående i Norge. Jeg har norsk vennekrets, har norske hobbier og norsk humor. Jeg synes også jeg er best i mange ting og er stolt av å være norsk når jeg er i utlandet. Jeg kjenner ikke naboene mine, spiser taco på fredager og er støttemedlem på et treningssenter. Fastlege har jeg også. Tvers igjennom norsk med andre ord. Men, jeg har statsborgerskap i et annet land. Jeg valgt å beholde dette borgerskapet da jeg fylte 18, i og med jeg føler dette statsborgerskapet er del av min kulturelle arv og identitet.
Det var hverken noen fordeler eller ulemper ved å ha et pass med en annen nasjonalitet påskrevet, da det allikevel står at Norge er føde- og bostedsland. Landet der jeg har tilhørighet.
For en tid tilbake tok jeg opp lån til bil. Av praktiske årsaker ønsket jeg å samle lån, bruks- og sparekontoer i en og samme bank. Jeg sa opp kontrakten med Nordea og opprettet konto hos DNB over telefon. Det var hyggelig kundeservice og rådgiveren på telefon opplyste om mange muligheter og tilbud.
I og med jeg ønsket bankkort til de nye kontoene, avtalte jeg et møte i den lokale banken. Jeg hadde tatt med pass i og med det fra mars 2007 ble innført endrede krav for legitimering i norske banker.
Rådgiveren i den lokale banken ba om legitimasjon og poengterte at ”i og med du ikke er norsk, må vi ha dokumentasjon på identitet utover visa-kort og førerkort.” Jeg trodde dette gjaldt alle og enhver, men skitt au. Jeg la frem passet mitt, hvorpå hele bankballetten begynte.
I og med jeg ikke var norsk, hadde banken behov for skattekort og mine siste 3 lønnsslipper. Innsyn i tidligere banks kontooppgaver var ikke tilstrekkelig. Jeg måtte også forklare hva min intensjon med opphold i Norge var og om jeg tenkte å være her permanent.
Jeg forklarte at jeg var født og oppvokst her, at jeg jobbet her og ikke har tenkt å vandre ut. Jeg måtte allikevel vise til at jeg hadde alle tillatelser i orden.
Heldigvis kunne jeg bla opp i passet mitt på den siden der jeg har et klistremerke som sier ”Arbeids-og Oppholdstillatelse”. Dette klistremerke mente Politiet i sin tid var unødvendig for meg å ha, da jeg uansett hadde norsk fødsels-og personnummer og med dette alle rettigheter og plikter som enhver nordmann har.
Politiet utstedte omsider klistremerket allikevel, da jeg forklarte at dette var kjekt å ha i passkontroller i utlandet. Hadde jeg ikke hatt dette fra før, måtte jeg dratt fra banken til politiet og ordnet dette.
Jeg fikk ikke utrettet det jeg ville i banken den dagen, og tilbake på kontoret, sendte jeg skattekort og lønnsslipper til rådgiver.
Dette viste seg å ikke være tilstrekkelig, og jeg trengte da også å oversende en kopi av arbeidskontrakten min. Rådgiver trengte bekreftelse på at jeg hadde tenkt å oppholde meg i Norge over lengre tid.
Etter et par uker mottok jeg mitt nye bankkort. Uten ID. Jeg mottok også ny bank-ID, men dette fungerte ikke. Om det var på grunn av den nyetablerte identitetskrisen min overfor banken eller generell uflaks kan jeg bare spekulere i. Jeg velger å tro det første.
Jeg er heldig som fortsatt blir spurt om ”leg” i døren på utesteder og ønsket dermed ID bakpå bankkortet. Det er også kjekt på reiser, da man slipper å ha med seg pass for å få betale med kort.
Jeg ringte banken og fikk snakke med rådgiver. At jeg hadde fått kort uten ID? Jo, det var fordi de ikke hadde bilde av meg. Jeg dro innom banken samme dag og smilte pent til fotografen.
Og jeg ventet, 1 uke, 2 uker, 3 uker. Jeg ringte og fikk beskjed om at det var mye pågang og lang saksbehandlingstid. Jeg ventet 1 uke til, 2 uker til.. Det kom aldri noe bankkort med ID.
Jeg ringte igjen. Samtalen endte med at banken rådet meg om å bytte statsborgerskap. Banken mente dette var veien å gå for å utstede visakort med ID.
Og her er jeg da. Helt norsk på alle mulige områder, men allikevel må jeg bevise og krangle meg til det som er en selvfølgelighet for alle andre.
Jeg har fortsatt ikke bankkort med ID, men hva jeg har fått er en ny forståelse av hvordan de som vandrer inn til Norge med mål for øye om en ny start i en ny tilværelse opplever Norge og nordmenn.
Du skal neimen ikke komme hit og tro at du er noe.
365Posted by vagablond 2012-07-30 15:26:27
Physically I am back in the office. I am here, that must be
sufficient evidence. Mentally I am still on a plastic mattress in the pool in
Spain. The sun licks my body, the crickets sing, the wind smells like Hawaii
flowers and being well aware of the rosé cava set for cooling for the sundowner
later on, life is paused. I have no deadlines and my ego is slowly re-booting.
My fingers dance on the water surface. Plick plock. Holiday.
The spreadsheets and numbers in front of me now drift away
far into the screen. Just like the sand taken by waves off the beach, silently
disappearing far away into the horizon.
However, far far away in the horizon the wave comes back on
shore to me and all of a sudden my vision of a horizon is brutally interrupted
by a grey room-divider which separates my desk from the one of a colleague.
Pinpointed calendars, currency rate sheets, company slogans and to-do lists
stare at me with an “Hola? Hello? Will you return to this planet soon?” Well.
Not completely there yet. Just a coffee, then “just” checking some holiday
pictures on the phone, then “just” checking the weather in Spain.. and compare
it with the forecast for Norway. Immediate sadness. Then “just” this and “just”
that, and then its lunch. The phone rings.
Ok. Back to reality. Re-booting on hold. I hear you mister
Physically I am back in the office. And reality has
Once the focus takes over, reality isn´t that bad. It is the
contrast to what makes the holiday even more fantastic. And fantastic is what I
like – so I will hold on to this holiday hangover for as long as I
365Posted by vagablond 2012-02-16 15:48:46
I smell freshly brewed coffee and as I open my eyes the smell is confirmed reality and not just a dream as I see him standing on the doorstep of the bedroom with two cups in his hands. Good morning - coffee in bed, enjoyed to the wonderful view of snowcapped mountains in remote Norway.
A small breakfast and then jumping into a thermo suit; scarf, gloves, hat, goggles, gaiters.. and more of the fresh coffee on a thermo can. -3 degrees and partly clouded. The clouds move fast, so it might become windier during the day.
Off we go across the frozen lake, through the birch forest, crossing a river and we head up up up.. On the hillsides, cruising into the day on a snowmobile. Heading for the two peaks Hallingknatten and Korpenatten before returning to the heated cottage.
Snowmobilesafari turns out to become a reindeersafari. A reindeer herd of 70 or so animals trott along the hillside, moving as if they where a scarf blowing in the wind. Synchronized, just like a brown-grey wave, floating along the highlands. Impressive. I spot a grouse, camouflaged in white feathers in the snow. As it takes off to avoid being digested by our vehicle, it becomes windier. The sky turns grey. It seems like the sun has set, as the sky turns darker. A magic contrast between the dark, fast moving clouds and the clean, white, frozen ground and shapes of an iced landscape.
The wind takes up more and takes along small ice and snow flakes from the ground, throwing them around and up in the air. Faster. More. Harder. Colder. Free facial peeling treatment as we speed up on the snowmobile deciding to head back to the cottage.
As we turn, the contrasts in the landscape dissapear as everything now is white. The ground, the wind, the sky. Rough. Beautiful. Nature.
We spend the evening indoors as the wind continues to increase in strength. A bottle of wine. Another bottle of wine. Fire in the oven. Valentines day.
Good morning. Waking up to the view of snowcapped mountains. The aggressive winds of the night has transformed the smooth snow of yesterday into frozen waves and aggressive looking ice sculptures. "We are trapped".
The roads are blocked. We decide to stay a day longer in the mountains. Valentines day extended.
Vagablond - out&about
365Posted by vagablond 2012-02-12 13:48:48
And the skiing trip to Austria is now officially over (apart from the fact that I still feel it in my buttocks when taking the stairs).
Everything was great on the flight down and we arrived eager and excited for the upcoming week. The pension I had booked, named Schrempfgut, was so-so and located a bit outside town. Bad however were the beds, hard as rocks. And the bed was to become were I spent the first 36 hours of the trip. Stomach flu, fever and back ache. Grrrrrrrreat.
I recovered somewhat quickly and forced myself to ski as I after all was on a SKIING trip. No time to lose. The first two days on skis I barely remember. We saw nothing, as there was no sunshine. And we spent most of the time in huts and cabins drinking hot chocolate and gluehwein as the outdoor temperature at times reached -25.
Halfway in the stay we decided to do a daytrip to Bad Gastein. Thats about 47km of skiing from Flachau (excluding bus rides, including lift rides) Although we still had no sunshine, we had a rise in temperature. At -15 skiing was all of a sudden comfortable. And with my new invested black face mask, which made me look like a ninja, I could ski without having to bother about frost bites in my face.
I felt how the healthy version of myself returned to my body after days of absence.. and I was beginning to enjoy the skiing and seeing the potential increase for the next couple of days: Snow fall was forecasted and this means powder!
Then my boyfriend all of a sudden turned white and wrenched his stomach inside out.
In the restaurant. In a ski hut. Behind a bus stop. And in the hotel. Over and over.
So much for a recovery.
we somewhat managed to enjoy a couple of parties, we celebrated a birthday with
a toboggan competition at night, we both became fed up with the 2012 après ski
hit “mosa mosa, asi voce me mata”, we had some nice meals with traditional
Austrian food (although I found it quite sad to pay for food I knew I
wouldn´t digest) , we danced to wannabe-stars in a barn, we went downhill
with a camera on the helmet, we pumped powder for 2 days and had a pleasant
time together with sweaty, naked, fat, old men in a hotel sauna.
Conclusion: travel to the Alps when the sun is out, when temperature is human, when you have exercised sufficient in advance for your legs to put up with half a meter of powder and when feeling well :)
Fair to mention is that we on our departure day both felt well, the sun was out and we had 2 hours of skiing with the mountains to ourselves as we were first ones up with the gondola in the morning.
First tracks - unbeatable.Vagablond - out and about
365Posted by vagablond 2012-01-31 21:46:46
FLACHAU weather forecast the next week
Sunscreen and cold cream packed!
365Posted by vagablond 2012-01-31 21:37:03
I am a terrible packer. A last-minute packer, an undesicive packer, an either "overweight packer bringing much more than I could ever use" or a "way to little-packer arriving with less than what I need".
So, what to bring this time?
I love making to-do lists. But pack-lists? No. Never made one. Doesn´t work for me.
How I pack?
I open all the drawers and doors of my wardrobe, randomly select clothing and hope that whenever I will use it they´ll combine and look good.
Tomorrow I am travelling with 4 luggage items. Light weight? Niet.
1 regular bag, 1 ski-bag, 1 bag the ski-boots and a backpack.
(If you are sherpa and read this, flight is at 11:00 and some assistance would be great.)
Travelling to Flachau, Austria. Long time, no see, no ski.
I used to work as a travel guide on skis there seasons 03/04 and 05/06. Heading back will be great;)
Skiing, skiing, skiing, eating schnitzels, apres-skiing in Hofstadl, jaegermaisters and lots lots of other things/drinks.
Ok, I have postponed the packing long enough now. Wish you all a great first week of February. For sure I will have one!
And thanks for the champagne today!Vagablond - out&about
365Posted by vagablond 2012-01-23 20:55:26
Bad bad Monday.
I woke up early (05:30) and happy (
Lots of snow and lots of motivation to get early to
work and start the week being efficient. All things were fantastic! - till I
got out of bed. I hit my toe on the bed, ouch. I lit the light - light bulb
died. Well well.. bad start, happy ending, right?
Shower. No conditioner.. Pfff... Hairdryer causes
electricity fall out.. Great.
Bad hair day. Still early.
Shovelling snow (06:10-06:30). Arriving at the garage.
Opening the garage. Opening the car door. Starting the car? Nope. Batteries
flat. Great. (06:35)...(06:45)...(06:50)
I phone a friend who, to my luck, overslept - she can
pick me up. (07:00)... (07:10) COLD (07:12) I hear a car! Not my friend. I stop
the car anyway and get help with the flat batteries. I cancel the pickup service
and drive quickly to work. Not all the way though. 5 km on the road and I
remember I have changed my handbag. I didn't bring my work access badge. 07:35:
U-turn. 07:45: Back to where I was, on the way to work. Almost no fuel - but
sufficient not to bother fuelling. I have no more time to loose!
RUSH HOUR. (08:00)... (08:10)... (08:20)
Arriving the office: 08:40! Never been this late.
Too much work ³. Too short lunch.
16:30 At the dentist.
17:00: A new appointment at the dentist in two weeks.
Wisdom tooth bye bye.
Heading home. 17:45 No fuel.
Fuel price has gone up with 3 NOK since the morning.
Great. Overpriced. Grumpy...
Home. Shovelling snow. Tired.
Now: Monday bye bye.
365Posted by vagablond 2012-01-19 19:40:28
It is hereby witnessed that the Norwegians, and Norwegians only, are born with skis on their feet! I am German, so please have me excused..
Day 2 with skis on my feet and they are nothing but unstable, slippery and insanely fast. ..so it feels. A kid aged approx 11 skated past me, downhill.. SKATED! At that moment I realised I wasn't that pro after all (we had skated and climbed hills, I was short of breath and took on my best downhill position as I approached the edge of the hill; knees bent, weight forward, stiff as a dead person and slower than a slug) Anyway, it is great sports and I have considered giving it up after two times. It is a killer!
Breathing ice cold air, falling on hard snow, 11-year old baby having better techniques and the work of taking off the wax after each session... bleh. And the sticks, not to forget about the sticks! They could indeed kill you, at least blind you within a nanosecond if you're not paying attention! Dangerous dangerous, and yet no warning stickers on the equipment. Giving up?
Hell no. I will be a pro, just wait and see! My motivation is on the absolute contrary level as my current technique, or art, name it whatever you want.
Together with friend Anki we will take over the hills of Konnerud and become the queens of the slopes! (She is Norwegian though, so there is no excuse for her)
I actually imagined really well the sound of cow bells and a cheering audience when we entered the last 50 metres towards the parking area. I was skating like a goddess. 10 metres behind me came Anki with a broken binding. Oh yes, we competed towards the finish line (the car park), and I crossed it first. I WON!
Anyways, at a 7km/hour speed, there is room for improvement and the upcoming weekend I will dedicate all my time on my new skis. (You were hereby informed; there is free entertainment skating around the Norwegian wood this weekend)
I wish you a nice one!
365Posted by vagablond 2012-01-15 22:29:13
Somewhat travel-related, I found these two jokes the other day
hi hi hi
A tall dark stranger on the train
Through a scheduling mix up, a man and a woman who have
never met before find themselves in the same sleeping
carriage of a train.
It's late, the train is full, and
everyone else is already asleep.
After the initial embarrassment,
they both manage to get to sleep; the woman on the top
bunk, the man on the lower.
In the middle of the night the woman leans over and
says, "I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm awfully
cold and I was wondering if you could possibly pass
me another blanket."
The man leans out and, with a glint in his eye, says,
"I've got a better idea ... let's pretend we're
"Why not," giggles the woman.
"Good," he replies. "Get your own blanket."Travelling through heaven
Once there were three men, Dave, John, and
Sam, who were involved in a tragic car accident in which
all three died.
As they stood at the gates of heaven
St. Peter came up to them and said, "You will all
be given a method of transportation for your eternal
use around heaven. You will be judged on your past deeds,
and will have your transport chosen accordingly."
St. Peter looked at Dave and said, "You, Dave,
were a bad man. You cheated on your wife four times!
For this, you will drive around Heaven in an old beat
Next St. Peter looked at John and said,
"You, were not so evil, but you still cheated on
your wife two times. For this, you will forever travel
around heaven in a Toyota stationwagon."
finally looked at Sam, and said, "You, Sam, have
set a fine example. You did not have sex until after
marriage, and you never cheated on your wife! For this,
you will forever travel through heaven in a Ferrari."
A short time later, Jon and Dave pulled up in their
cars next to Sam's Ferrari and there he is, sitting
on the hood, head in hands, crying. "What's wrong,
Sam?" they asked. "You got the Ferrari! You
are set forever! Why so down?"
Sam looked up, ever
so slowly opened his mouth and cried, "I just saw
my wife go by on a skate board."
365Posted by vagablond 2012-01-05 18:15:51
Long time no see
and a HAPPY NEW YEAR to you too!
My appologies for little updates recently. I will not blaim lack of creative environment or poor time management for the "long time no see". I was lazy. End.
So, new year, new start, new beginning is that it?
My 2012 began outdoors in the snow. We were a group of 5 spending the weekend up in the mountains, cheering champagne in plastic cups and looking at amazing fireworks on a clear black sky.
To me a new year is the time of the year where I sit down with pen, paper, dreams and goals for the upcoming year. Every year I write down a yearly to do list and this year is no exception. It is everything BUT an exception actually, as I observe the list becoming longer than any other list I have ever written before!
Hahaha, in other words; a great year up and coming!
Do you plan anything for 2012?
2012 TO DO: (randomly listed)
SKIING IN THE ALPS & WIN THE AFTERSKI
FIND A JOB WITH OPPORTUNITIES
RUN ANOTHER HALF-MARATHON
CLIMB A NORWEGIAN PEAK
CLIMB LA CONCHA (In Spain)
FIND AN APARTMENT (WITH A FRIDGE PERMANENTLY FULL OF CHAMPAGNE)
TRAVEL TO INDONESIA & BALI (Any volcanoes to summit down there?)
A ROMANTIC WEEKEND IN ITALY (where I will wear a nice summer dress, eat a lot of gelato, ride a Vespa, become tipsy on delicious wine early atfernoons (after riding that Vespa of course), start the day saying Bon Giorno, pizza, pasta, another gelato.. oooh, looking a lot forward to this!)
LEARN CROSS COUNTRY
TAKE UP GOLFING
FREQUENT BLOG POSTS
CONTINUE MY WRITING PROJECT (produce produce produce)
DECLARE WAR AGAINST CELLULITES
DEVELOP MY BUSINESS
And yes, more things are planned - and loads of more things have been thought of, considered, evaluated, dreamt of or removed. Imporant to keep your feet on the ground and stay realistic, right mum?
So, happy new year 2012 to you!
I hope you realize more of your dreams and yourself.