Johnson…

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This line makes me think a lot.

I look at the world, and I can’t help but sing along…

quotation of the day #2

“… using fear as fuel…”

When will we start changing this?

Maybe when Jack Johnson has sold sufficiently enough records…

training in rain…

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Örebro has a nice athletic stadium, on the area of the university. Today I went there to train “pass 33″ and to play some basketball afterwards. When I went to the stadium, the sun was shining and it was warm. You can guess, that during the training rain started falling – not cats and dogs – but still rain.

There were many people training in the stadium. I think I saw three trainings groups of young boys and girls and one group of older men. They were all running different distances on the track. Afterall, it is Olympia – time to be inspired.

It feels nice, somehow. The rain connected us all, made our training more special and us fellows in fate. I like such moments. They make me smile. However, the significant moment I experienced when I was done with “pass 33″ and headed for the basketball court: I perceived three young boys, kids really. They had garden tools with them. And they were, of course, discussing who should use them.

Small boys, in rain. They were jumping into the long jump sand. Small boys, in rain, jumping into wet sand, with their own tools to make the sand plain again.

I remembered how we used to imitate football players on our sandy football “field” or Jan Ullrich, as we biked through our village…

Those boys were doing triple jump. I guess imitating Christian Olsson, who carried the Swedish flag now, in Olympia’s openeing ceremony.

Hopp, step, jump, in rain, into wet sand… It’s Olympia – and the athletes there should be insoired by those small boys!

Sport is not entertainment. It should be!

Sport is this, small boys, jumping into wet sand, during rain, and each jump is a dream. Sport is not competition. Well, it should not be. For, does it matter in the end, who jumps further?

Sport is about dedication.

It is about being in the moment; being totally and fully in the present; when in our globalized time the future and the past seem to dictate our lives, sport can give this moment of being by oneself – like those small boys, in rain, wet sand, hopp-step-jump.

It is about getting to know your self. About smiling. In rain, even…

a house of red bricks…

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Signalgatan is an insignificant street in Örebro. Örebro itself is significant, if that, only in Sweden. Signalgatan in Örebro is an insignificant street in the industry area on the edge of the town that is only known in Sweden. There is a house in Signalgatan. A house of red bricks. It stands solids and patient and peaceful but also a bit unnoticed. Although it is the only red-brick house in Signalgatan.

There leads are stone stairway up to the entrance door of the red-brick house. But this fact does not seem to impress, nor draw attention of the passers-by. Just a house of red bricks…

Anyway, not many people pass by. Even less come to visit.  And even less notice the house at all.

But all that does not change the fact, yes the fact, that from inside this house good is done, that inside this house good is done.  A house of red bricks, with stone stairs leading up to the entrance door, two floors inside and several offices. A house for all generations.

Events for young children took place and were planned there. Events that surely made a difference in their lives. Events that made childrens’ eyes smile for longer than a moment;

Events for old people took place, take place and are planned there. Old people who had once already given up, who had lost hope and who are now finding hope, in the walls of this house. A house of red bricks.

Events and actions, and sometimes just innocent free time activities of and for adolscents took, take and will take place in this house. Events fostering the hope to change the world. Events making young people feel that they belong.

Signalgatan, Örebro, a house of red bricks.

It is standing there, solid and serene and solemn. And it also stands there unnoticed and lonely, but peaceful. The world does not care for this house of red bricks.

The world does not care?

A big plastic bag, full of empty, stinking, provoking beer cans has been placed next to its stony stairs. Violence. Some more alcohol containers, leftovers and reminicents of a different world, are scattered all around.

The world outside and all around the house of red bricks might not understand. It doesn’t even have to. And it might not understand.

No matter how insignificant a house of red bricks, or a game, or a task or person, or an event might be. It still means something to someone. That is a truth. And even if it is impossible to comprehend. It never should be impossible to respect.

Respect for the smiling eyes of small children. Respect for the new found, never expected hope of the lost ones. Respect for the dreams and needs of young people.

Respect – for you never know what it means to others, this house of red bricks.

Gandhi…

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“What you win with violence,        

you can only keep with violence.” 

 

quotation of the day #1

a project of hope…

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a project for hope, too?

People are reading blogs of 14-year-old girls, and make them rich by clicking through the blog daily (at least in Sweden).

I think there are many webpages that should be visited. This is one of them. However, it is pitty that this one exists.

 

www.crisisgroup.org.

They are working to prevent conflicts world wide.

It seems to me, though, that they “only” can manage the conflicts.

war…

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in south ossetia, georgia, abkhasia

war.

You know, states are made FOR the people and BY the people. And they are supposed to ensure the safety, security, physical well-being.

States are not a project of Mr. Putin, Mr. Bush, Mr. Mugabe or Mr. Saakashvili…

Do you think those people chose this war?