tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33624420471802519062024-02-20T23:43:39.774+01:00Bangla . HeidiHeidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14814642029863464336noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362442047180251906.post-74416181142790216342009-06-30T19:10:00.007+02:002009-06-30T19:21:55.718+02:00Banglaboden var på Lampeland.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/SkpHgYYiWkI/AAAAAAAABcU/aA2tmJHVLFI/s1600-h/DSC_5730.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353169728710007362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/SkpHgYYiWkI/AAAAAAAABcU/aA2tmJHVLFI/s400/DSC_5730.JPG" border="0" /></a>
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I begynnelsen av juni var Banglaboden til Buskerud KFUK-KFUM på tur. Alex og jeg stod på Lampelandmarken hele dagen i steikende sol og solgte duker, prikk-i-panna og engler. Det var koselig! Og vi tjente inn nesten 2000 kroner for YWCA of Bangladesh, juhu.
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In the beginning of June the "Banglabod" (meaning Bangla shop) that Buskerud KFUK-KFUM took a little trip. Alex and I were standing in a trade fair at Lampeland the whole day in the baking sun selling table cloths, dots-on-the-forhead and little angels. It was nice! And we earned almost 2000 NOK for YWCA of Bangladesh, too - yay.
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Angela, Shirleen and I went windowshopping at Agape in Oslo. They got to try on a wedding dress each, and I got to play wedding photographer! I put some of the pictures on <a href="http://hvitskygge.wordpress.com/">my "new", Norwegian blog</a>: one entry with <a href="http://hvitskygge.wordpress.com/2009/06/14/operasjon-hvit-brud-02-angela/">Angela</a>, and one with <a href="http://hvitskygge.wordpress.com/2009/06/14/operasjon-hvit-brud-03-shirleen/">Shirleen</a>.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362442047180251906.post-27352508130402168132009-06-12T00:00:00.004+02:002009-06-12T00:23:38.655+02:00Torsdag i bilder.Crew of 11th of June:
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Heidi, still the tour guide, but with a bad hair day
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Shirleen, the long-haired didi
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Angela, the guinea pigs' friend
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Kristin, the museum lover
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Stine, still Heidi's best friend, and the chef with rice credibility
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Heidi, the tour guide and language nerd
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Shirleen, the dancing didi who lost her passport (but got it back)
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Angela, the sweetest girl ever
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Stine, the assistant tour guide, Heidi's best friend and shopkeeper
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Kristin, the Grandiosa expert who was happy to see Shirleen (and Angela) again
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Ingvild, the bicycling smiley faced "hotel manager"
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Friday 5th of June was the day Angela and Shirleen from YWCA of Bangladesh finally arrived late in the evening in Norway. They made it just in time for the second and last day of the Youth Climate Summit in Oslo, and after the summit was finished we went for a little walk in the city center. Sunday was spent partly checking out Akershus festning and partly in the Norwegian Technical Museum (I'll write more about that, and also the summit, later on..). Finally I can speak some Bangla again! The last four girls are arriving in just a few days. I can't wait to meet them again (Mou, Diana, Yashika and Khuki).
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Først tar man på seg en magekort, figursydd bluse, og så et langt og vidt skjørt med knyting i livet. Sistnevnte skal snurpes så hardt sammen at det nesten gjør vondt. Så skal man begynne midt foran og stappe den ene kanten på det 6 meter langet saristoffet ned i skjørtelinningen en runde rundt, før det skal brettes og foldes og surres, og til sist skal den resterende halvmeteren slenges elegant over venstre skulder. Sikkerhetsnåler er et must for "bideshis" som ikke er vant til å sprade rundt i lange stykker med stoff. Å ta på seg sari, nasjonaldrakta for kvinner i (blant annet) Bangladesh er en kunst. I går hadde jeg på meg min i en konfirmasjon, og fikk da hjelp av mora til mammas kollega, som er indisk. En liten del av meg er blitt bangladeshisk nå.
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One puts on a short, tailored blouse, and then a long and wide skirt with a string in the waist. This string will be made so tight that it almost hurts. Then one starts to tuck the 6 meter long sari cloth in the skirt one round, before it is folded and wrapped around one's body, and at last the remaining half meter will be thrown elegantly over one's left shoulder. Safety pins is a must for "bideshis" that are not used to wearing long pieces of fabric. To put on a sari, the national dress for women in (among other countries) Bangladesh is an art. Yesterday I wore mine to a confirmation dinner, and got help from my mother's colleague's mother, who is from India. I am also part Bangladeshi now.
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<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333035477455486674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/SgK_gthKPtI/AAAAAAAABTg/q3AphkNT-ks/s400/DSC_1045.JPG" border="0" />Vi delte våre erfaringer, sorger og gleder med de andre goCYerne. Nelly (på bildet), Ivee, Nune og Narik skulle snart dra hjem, mens Kristin, Birgitte, Martha, Vidar og jeg akkurat hadde kommet tilbake til Norge.. (We shared our experiences, sorrows and joys with the other goCYs. Nelly (in the picture), Ivee, Nune and Narik were about to go home, while Kristin, Birgitte, Martha, Vidar and I had just arrived in Norway..)
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<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/SgK9VGwILRI/AAAAAAAABS4/EAiqzZXItY4/s1600-h/DSC_1117.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333033079047466258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/SgK9VGwILRI/AAAAAAAABS4/EAiqzZXItY4/s400/DSC_1117.JPG" border="0" /></a> Norge møter Bangladesh. (Norway meets Bangladesh.)
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<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/SgK8x9-sxHI/AAAAAAAABSQ/Y-_3c51qgg8/s1600-h/DSC_1189.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333032475397244018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/SgK8x9-sxHI/AAAAAAAABSQ/Y-_3c51qgg8/s400/DSC_1189.JPG" border="0" /></a> De norske goCYerne hadde ICWeekend sammen med alle landets tre ICY-grupper. (The Norwegian goCYs had ICWeekend with all three of the Norwegian ICY groups.)</div>
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Etter mange avskjeder, mye stress og mye mental forberedelse, og en tilbakelagt debrief med alle de norske og sør-nord-deltakerne, står jeg nå midt oppi en tilværelse der jeg fortsatt prøver å innse at jeg er i Norge samtidig som mange vil høre om det jeg har opplevd i Bangladesh. Hodet mitt faller litt mellom to stoler. I morra drar de to siste hjem, og vi kommer alle til å være tilbake der vi starta. Noen drar tilbake allerede i høst, noen om et år eller to, og kanskje er det noen som aldri drar tilbake. Men å si at vi er tilbake der vi starta blir kanskje litt feil.. Vi er på en ny sti nå. Eller kanskje både på den gamle og på en ny samtidig?
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It is strange to wear skinny jeans and to be freezing even though I am wearing a jacket. It is strange that the sun is still up at eight thirty in the evening. I am walking around feeling like an alien in my own country. Especially in the evenings, as I am in a fairly large city (Oslo), when there is absolute silence and no one in the street but me. I still haven't been home, and I still haven't met many of those I have missed.. At the airport I had five people (mum, dad, little sister and two friends) plus my dog waiting for me after the most exhausting trip I have ever made. 21 hours of travelling while being sick was not the nicest experience, but I was welcomed with hugs, Norwegian flags and a banner saying "welcome home!".
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After a lot of goodbyes, a lot of stress and a lot of mental preparation is now over and done with, as well as a debrief with the Norwegian and the South-North participants I am now in a state where I am trying to come to terms with the fact that I am in Norway again, at the same time as others want to hear about my experiences in Bangladesh. I feel a bit stuck in the middle somewhere. Tomorrow the two last ones are heading home, and we will all be back at our own starting points. Some are goingback in a few months, some in a few years time, and some will perhaps never go back. However, "starting point" is a very misleading word.. We are on a new path now. Or perhaps on a new and an old one at the same time?
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<div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328486771500368818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/SfKWfLWlw7I/AAAAAAAABQQ/MSMGHNwoGNc/s400/De+tre+musketerer2.jpg" border="0" /></div><div> </div><div>Team Bangla (<strong>Sam</strong> aka Nyhetsnerden, <strong>Heidi</strong> aka Informasjonsnerden og <strong>Kristin</strong> aka Balanse-i-diskusjoner-nerden) er sammen som goCY interns for siste gang i dag. Sam drar hjem litt seinere enn oss.. Kristin og jeg har tilbragt de siste dagene med å ha humørsvingninger, gjøre siste-liten-shopping, si hadet til folk og gi bort en hel haug med ting som vi ikke får med oss hjem. Jeg klarer ikke å skjønne at dette er siste dagen.. Jeg klarer det rett og slett ikke..</div><div> </div><div>--</div><div> </div><div>Team Bangla (<strong>Sam</strong> aka The News Nerd, <strong>Heidi</strong> aka The Information Nerd and <strong>Kristin</strong> aka The Balancing Discussions Nerd) is today together for the last time in Bangladesh as goCY interns. Sam is leaving a bit later than us.. Kristin and I have spent the last few days having mood swings, doing last-minute shopping, saying goodbye to people and giving away incredible amounts of stuff. I can't believe this is the last day.. I really can't.. </div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362442047180251906.post-7103554462178618542009-04-21T21:38:00.000+02:002009-04-21T21:42:00.910+02:00Nest siste stopp: Chandpur.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/Se4Gxjdm2BI/AAAAAAAABQI/KxEH24xUXGk/s1600-h/DSC_0525.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327202857628653586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/Se4Gxjdm2BI/AAAAAAAABQI/KxEH24xUXGk/s400/DSC_0525.JPG" border="0" /></a> Først var jeg sammen med Joyce didi (nasjonal generalsekretær) og Brigitte fra <a href="http://www.horyzon.ch/">Horyzon (Sveits)</a>. Til høyre går generalsekretæren i Chandpur KFUK, Papri didi. (At first I was with Joyce didi (national general secretary) and Brigitte from <a href="http://www.horyzon.ch/">Horyzon (Switzerland)</a>. To the right is the general secretary of Chandpur YWCA, Papri didi.)
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<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/Se35_K2uYHI/AAAAAAAABOg/fFXq9LLLcvA/s1600-h/DSC_0755.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327188797890125938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/Se35_K2uYHI/AAAAAAAABOg/fFXq9LLLcvA/s400/DSC_0755.JPG" border="0" /></a> Jeg har glemt navnet på jenta til venstre, men det er hennes hus de står utafor. De to andre er Mili og Dipa. (I have forgotten the name of the girl to the left, but it is her house. The two others are Mili and Dipa.)</div><div>
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Jeg får konstante påminnelser om at oppholdet mitt nærmer seg slutten. Sluttrapporten, emailene fra koordinatoren vår om hva som skal skje når vi er tilbake i Norge, avskjedsfesten som blei holdt forrige torsdag.. Men hjernen min er ikke med på notene. Jeg snakker bangla hver dag, jeg har på meg salwar kameez hver dag, jeg spiser med handa hver dag, jeg drikker kokt vann eller flaskevann hver dag, jeg sover med myggnetting hver dag.
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Da Khuki tok meg med ut i ettermiddag prøvde jeg å fotografere alt jeg så med øynene mine. De kjempesvære vannmelonene på markedet, jernbanen med alle menneskene gående på seg, dammene.. Hu sa ikke så mye da vi satt på rickshawen. Da vi kom fram til KFUK etter å ha besøkt noen folk åpna hu døra til balkongen og plasserte meg på en stol. Hu henta en til seg sjøl også, og der satt vi en god stund. Khuki er en av totalt seks jenter som skal reise til Norge (Buskerud) på utveksling i juni. Jeg prøvde å kalle henne 'didi' (storesøster), siden hu er eldre enn meg. Men det var det ikke snakk om.
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Jeg drakk teen min sittende på gulvet, aleine på balkongen på Chandpur KFUK. Jeg følte for å være nærme lydene, vinden som kommer fra den store elva, menneskene på vei hjem. Men de er ikke de eneste som har et hjem her. I dag sa Khuki følgende til meg: "Du er ikke noen bideshi (utlending). Du er en bangladesher."
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I felt restless, and my thoughts simply refused to reflect more about my eight months as a goCY Intern. I remembered what Shimoli , Khuki's mother, had said about the tea being left on the table, and walked barefoot out of another one of my temporary bedrooms. I made "lal cha chinni com" (black tea with a bit of sugar). The cool evening breeze coming from the window made me go out on the little balcony, but since the electricity had not yet gone I did not feel like standing up. I wanted to be invisible.. So I sat down on the floor, and looked up to see the humungous coconut palms sway towards the black night sky. I could hear people walking in the street talking, and the occasional bell from a rickshaw, but no one could see me. The report was still in the back of my head. I drank my tea, and it hit me.. By this time next Saturday I will be on a plane taking me home. Away from Bangladesh.
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I am constantly reminded of the fact that my stay is coming to an end. The final report, the emails from our coordinator about what we will be doing once we are back in Norway, the farewell party we had last Thursday.. But my brain is not taking it in. I speak Bangla every day, I wear a salwar kameez every day, I eat with my hand every day, I drink bottled or boiled water every day, I sleep with a mosquito net every day.
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As Khuki was taking me out this afternoon I tried to photograph everything with my eyes. The huge watermelons in the fruit market, the railway with all the people walking on it, the ponds.. She did not say much as we were on the rickshaw. When we came back to the YWCA after having visited some people, she opened the door to the balcony and placed me on a chair. She got herself one, too, and we sat there for a while. Khuki is one of the six girls going to Norway (Buskerud) on exchange this June. I wanted to call her 'didi' (big sister) as she is older than me, but she refused.
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I drank my tea today sitting on the floor, alone in the balcony at the YWCA of Chandpur. I felt like being closer to the sounds, the wind coming from the big river, the people walking home. But they are not the only ones that have a home here. Today, Khuki said to me: "You are not a bideshi (a foreigner).You are a Bangladeshi."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362442047180251906.post-67461741423718627572009-04-08T18:48:00.003+02:002009-04-08T20:02:12.483+02:0017 dager to go.Hvis du planla å dukke opp på Gardermoen flyplass 27. april med norskeflagg for å være velkomstkomité for <a href="http://kaffeelskeren.blogg.no/">Kristin</a> og meg, må jeg bare beklage og si at du må endre planene dine. Det har seg nemlig sånn at British Airways, uten å si noe til oss, har lagt ned ruta mellom Dhaka og London.. Så nå flyr vi via Bahrain - et land jeg ikke engang visste at eksisterte. (For andre som ser ut som spørsmålstegn: <a href="http://no.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bahrain">her kan du lese på Wikipedia</a>) Uansett, nå er situasjonen den at vi kommer hjem til Norge 26. april isteden, klokka 11. Dermed får jeg en fin og lang dag med jetlag på lillesøstra mi sin 17-årsdag.
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Etter være-sjuk-og-deppa-turen til Nepal er jeg nå back in business i Dhaka. Det er masse som kommer til å skje før jeg drar fra Bangladesh, som for eksempel banglanyttår 14. april, møtet med de seks jentene som skal på utveksling til Norge i juni, evaluering, avskjedsfest.. Og så skal jeg ut av Dhaka minst en gang til før jeg drar. Å dra ut av Dhaka og se det virkelige Bangladesh er en av mine favoritting når det gjelder å være her, spesielt hvis jeg reiser aleine - det er absolutt den beste måten å møte folk på, og ikke minst er det mye lettere å bli kjent. Det er så mye jeg har lyst til å gjøre, men så altfor liten tid til å gjøre dem..
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Forresten (se nedafor), dette er måten de gjør byggearbeid på i Bangladesh. Menneskekraft er et stikkord. Dette foregikk rett utafor døra vår i Asad Gate - jeg tror de endelig har funnet ut at det er en god idé å putte kloakken i rør..
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If you were planning to show up at Gardermoen Airport on the 27th of April with Norwegian flags to meet <a href="http://kaffeelskeren.blogg.no/">Kristin</a> and me, I am sorry to say that you have to reschedule. Due to the fact that British Airways suddenly decided, without telling us, that the Dhaka-London flight has been removed, we now have a new departure date and are flying via Bahrain. I didn't even know it existed a country with that name.. (For others like me: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bahrain">here is an article on Wikipedia</a>) Anyway, we are coming home on the 26th of April instead, at 11 am. So I'll have a nice day of jetlag on my little sister's 17th birthday.
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After the being-sick-and-miserable Nepal trip I am now back in business in Dhaka. Lots of stuff is going to happen before I leave Bangladesh, like Bengali New Year on the 14th of April, a meeting with the six girls going on exchange to Norway this June, evaluation, reports, farewell party.. And I am going out of Dhaka at least once more before I go home. Being out of Dhaka and seeing the real Bangladesh is one of my favourite things with being here, especially if I go alone - that is really the best way to meet people and make friends. There are so many things I want to do, but too little time to do them..
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By the way, this is the way they conduct construction work in Bangladesh. Manpower is a keyword. This was going on right outside our door in Asad Gate - I think they are finally putting the sewage in proper pipes underground..
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<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Jeg har fått flere nye bekjentskaper i løpet av de siste fire dagene, og jeg har også stiftet nærmere bekjentskap med et par stykker jeg allerede kjente. For det første fikk jeg et nært møte med herr Gulv på nasjonalkontoret til Bangladesh KFUK da jeg prøvde å forhindre at jeg skulle svime av. Det viste seg at jeg var ganske dehydrert, men jeg kom litt mer til hektene igjen da jeg fikk møte herr O. R. Saltløsning. Altså, herr O. R. S. (la oss kalle han det fra nå av) er en grei kar som bare vil hjelpe deg å overkomme mageproblemene dine. Han inneholder både salt og sukker, og gir deg styrke, men er ikke spesielt snill mot smaksløkene. Derfor er det ofte lurt å søke hjelp hos frøken Sitron. Hun vil kunne dekke over hva enn det skulle være, og er således herr O. R. S. sin uoffisielle assistent. </span>
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<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Faktum er at man ikke kan bli værende i Bangladesh i mer enn tre måneder av gangen hvis man har turistvisum, og sannelig møtte jeg ikke herr Gulv, herr O. R. S. og frøken Sitron dagen før visumet mitt gikk ut. Jeg ville jo såklart fullføre utenlandsoppholdet som goCY Intern, og hadde allerede booka fly tur-retur Nepal for å søke om en måned til så jeg kunne bli i Bangladesh helt til jeg drar hjem 27. april.</span>
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<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Jeg var så glad da jeg 1. april kunne stupe i seng på KFUK i Katmandu, ettersom jeg følte meg rimelig sliten og svak etter reisa. Allikevel var jeg optimistisk på magen min sine vegne - jeg har nemlig tro på å fortelle kroppen at alt er ok, for så å la fru placeboeffekt gjøre jobben. Derfor avlyste jeg ikke avtalen med <a href="http://marinainepal.blogspot.com/">Marina (ungdomsdelegat for Røde Kors)</a> om å spise middag. Til min skuffelse virka det imidlertid ikke som om forholdet mellom herr Toalett og meg blei nevneverdig svakere.. Magen min oppfordra meg tvert i mot til å ikke slippe ham av syne. Jeg hadde ikke annet valg enn å dra til den bangladeshiske ambassaden dagen etter for å rekvirere turistvisum for en måned, og måtte derfor gjøre et unntak, men etter at det var i orden var jeg flink jente og holdt meg inne på herberget sammen med herr Toalett. </span>
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<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sjøl om jeg fikk god støtte av herr O. R. S. og frøken Sitron, tok jeg en endelig avgjørelse på at det intime forholdet som hadde utvikla seg de siste fire dagene mellom meg og herr Toalett måtte avsluttes, og det fortere enn svint. I dag fikk jeg en hyggelig herr Doktor til å se på saken, og han introduserte meg for herr og fru Antibiotika. Ved hjelp av dette snille, men aggressive ekteparet, håper jeg å ha slått opp med herr Toalett innen 24 timer. Jeg tror rett og slett ikke det er særlig lurt av meg å bli værende i et så usunt forhold.</span>
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<span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Written on the 3rd of April at the YWCA hostel in Nepal.</span>
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<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I have gotten thoroughly aquainted with several persons during the last four days. Firstly, I got well aquainted with mr. Floor at the National office of Bangladesh YWCA on Tuesday as I had to lie on him for quite some time in order to prevent myself from fainting. Turns out I was dehydrated, and that is how I got to be aquainted with mr. O. R. Saline. Now, mr. O. R. S. (let us call him that for short) is a friendly guy who only wants to help you with overcoming your stomach problems. He contains both salt and sugar, and gives you strength, but is not particularly nice to your tongue, which is why you can seek help from ms. Lemon. She will cover up whatever bad thing that mr. ORS does. </span>
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<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Right. So, being on a tourist visa in Bangladesh keeps you from staying in the country for more than three months at a time, and as it happened I met mr. Floor, mr. O. R. S. and ms. Lemon on my second last day of valid visa. Because I wanted to finish my stay as a goCY Intern in Bangladesh, I had booked tickets for Nepal in order to get the last month I needed before my flight to Norway on the 27th of April. </span>
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<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Feeling pretty weak and tired, I was so happy to finally crash on the bed in the YWCA hostel in Kathmandu on the 1st of April. Being as optimistic as I am, I believe in telling your body that everything is fine, and that mrs. Placebo Effect will work everything out. Thus I did not cancel my plan to meet <a href="http://marinainepal.blogspot.com/">Marina (a Red Cross Youth Delegate)</a> for dinner. However, my close relationship with mr. Toilet did not seem to weaken much - my stomach in fact urged me to not let him out of my sight. Still I had to go to the Bangladeshi Embassy to require a one month tourist visa yesterday, and made an exception for this, but after having gotten the visa I was a good girl and stayed put in the hostel with mr. Toilet.</span>
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<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Despite the great support received from mr. O. R. S. and ms. Lemon, I finally decided that having a close relationship with mr. Toilet for four days was more than enough. Something had to be done. I went to see a nice mr. Doctor today, and I hope that I am able to break up with mr. Toilet within 24 hours by the help of a couple called mr. and mrs. Antibiotics. I just don't think it is wise of me to stay in an unhealthy relationship like that.</span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362442047180251906.post-61272240501350229472009-03-29T19:44:00.001+02:002009-03-29T20:47:47.770+02:00Med et brak.Jeg hørte noe tidligere i dag som hørtes mistenkelig ut som regndråper, og da jeg titta ut døra i fjerde etasje så jeg at mine antakelser stemte. Ei av mashiene kom ned trappa akkurat da, og jeg utbrøt, "Mashi - brishti hoy!" ("Mashi - det regner!"). Til min store overraskelse lyste hun opp og smilte bredt, og så løp hun ut døra som ei lita jente som vil ut og plaske i søledammene.
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Litt seinere stoppa det å regne, og jeg bestemte meg for å gå en tur ut. Mens jeg stod i kassa for å betale for 100 g valnøtter og en Bounty på Meena Bazaar, hørte jeg plutselig noe som hørtes ut som en middels stor bombeeksplosjon. Det viste seg imidlertid å være torden.. Regnet plaska ned som det bare kan gjøre i land som Bangladesh, og jeg løp for livet til nærmeste rickshaw. En av rickshaw wallahene hadde en gjennomsiktig plastikkduk som han pakka rundt meg, og jeg satt og smålo hele veien tilbake til gjestehuset på grunn av den latterlige mengden regn.
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Jeg tror ikke jeg har verken sett eller følt regn siden november. <a href="http://www.enjoydiary.net/no/Choco/files/public/Plaskregn.wma">Hør regnet, som det tromma på taket!</a>
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I heard something earlier today that sounded suspiciously like raindrops, and as I took a look out the door on the third floor, I saw that I was right. One of the mashis came down the stairs just then, and I said, "Mashi - brishti hoy!" ("Mashi - it's raining!"). To my surprise, she smiled and ran outside in excitement like a little girl eager to play in the puddles.
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Later, the rain stopped, and I decided to go for a walk. While I was paying for 100 g of walnuts and a Bounty at Meena Bazaar, I suddenly heard something that sounded like a small bomb blast. Turns out it was thunder.. The rain came pouring down like it only does in a country like Bangladesh, and I ran for a rickshaw. One of the rickshaw wallahs had a plastic cover that he wrapped around me, and I was laughing all the way back to the guesthouse because of the ridiculus amounts of rain.
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I don't think I have seen or felt rain since November. <a href="http://www.enjoydiary.net/no/Choco/files/public/Plaskregn.wma">Hear how it was pounding on our roof!</a>
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Mursteinsindustrien i Bangladesh sysselsetter 200 000 mennesker, og skal ikke undervurderes i så måte. Men uansett hvor mye jeg tenker på at det er bra folk får jobber, så ser jeg for meg de enorme skorsteinene, som rager like høyt over bakken som et fem etasjers hus. Man ser en hel skog av dem så fort man kommer ut av Dhaka sentrum og ser utover det flate landskapet. Bangladesh lider av mangel på stein. Derfor bruker de sand og gjørme til å lage murstein av, og disse brennes inni noen helt enormt digre ovner som kan holde temperaturer på 1000 grader celsius. Brenselet er tre, noe som det også er mangel på i Bangladesh, og ved å hugge trær mister man sjansen til å bøte på miljøtrusselen denne typen produksjon medfører på grunn av karbondioksidutslipp. Det går an å <a href="http://www.practicalaction.org/practicalanswers/product_info.php?products_id=249">lese mer her</a>.
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Arbeiderne har heller ikke en ideell situasjon, da de jobber lange dager, puster inn mye støv og gjør tungt fysisk arbeid. Omtrent åtte måneder av året er det mange menn som drar fra landsbyene og familiene sine for å jobbe med å produsere murstein, og de resterende fire månedene der regntida legger beslag på Bangladesh, er de hjemme. Den tida de jobber bor de i spesielle arbeidshytter. Sikkerheten for disse hardtarbeidende mennene er heller ikke den beste - jeg har hørt skrekkhistorier om folk som faller ned i pipa og blir brent levende..
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The brick producing industry in Bangladesh employs 200 000 people, and is not to be underestimated in that sense. However, no matter how good I think it is that people get jobs, I keep picturing these enormous chimneys that are as tall as five storey buildings. You can see a whole forest of them as soon as you come out of the Dhaka city center and gaze at the flat landscape. Bangladesh suffers from lack of rock, and therefore uses sand and mud to make bricks. These are burned in incredibly huge ovens that can hold a temperature of 1000 degrees Celsius. The fuel used is wood, which is also scarce in Bangladesh, and by cutting down trees you lose the chance of minimising the threat to the environment this industry poses because of large emissions of carbon dioxide. If you want to read more, you can <a href="http://www.practicalaction.org/practicalanswers/product_info.php?products_id=249">do so here</a>.
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The workers' situation is not the best either, as they have to work long hours, they breathe in a lot of dust and the work is physically very tough. Approximately eight months a year, the men that work in the brick industry leave their families and stay in very simple houses near their workplace. The rest of the months, when the monsoon comes along, they stay with their family. The safety for these hard working men is not a priority - I have heard some terrible stories about people who fall down the chimneys and thus become burnt alive..
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<p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I Bangladesh har man en god del grønnsaker vi ikke dyrker eller får tak i i Norge. Denne grønnsaken heter "laou", og kan bli ganske stor. Derfor har noen laga en morsom sang der man synger om å lage et musikkinstrument av grønnsaken. Denne lærte jeg i Gopalgonj, og den går som følger..</span></p>
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<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">In Bangladesh you find some vegetables that we don't grow or that is not avaliable in Norway. This vegetable is called "laou", and can grow quite big in size. Therefore someone has made a song where one sings about making a musical instrument of this vegetable. This song was taught to me during my stay in Gopalgonj, and it goes like this..</span></p>
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<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Trykk her for å høre meg synge (click here to hear me sing): <a href="http://www.enjoydiary.net/no/Choco/files/public/Laousangen.wma">"The laou song"</a></span></p>
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<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Shadher laou, banailo more boiragi</em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Shadher laou, banailo more boiragi</em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Laouer age khailam, dogaou khailam</em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Age khailam, go-o-o-o</em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Laouer age khailam, dogaou khailam</em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Laou diye banailam dugdugi (haire)</em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Laou diye banailam dugdugi</em></span></p>
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<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Shadher laou, banailo more boiragi</em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Shadher laou, banailo more boiragi</em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Laouer eto modhu, janego jadu</em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Eto modhu, go-o-o-o</em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Laouer eto modhu, janego jadu</em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Laou korlam, shonger shongi (haire)</em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Laou korlam, shonger shongi </em></span></p>
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<em>Shadher laou, banailo more boiragi</em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Shadher laou, banailo more boiragi</em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Ami goya gelam, kashio gelam</em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Goya gelam, go-o-o-o</em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Ami goya gelam, kashio gelam</em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Shonge nay mor boshnobi (haire)</em></span></p>
<p><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Shonge nay mor boshnobi</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span></em></p>
<p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">
<em>Shadher laou, banailo more boiragi</em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Shadher laou, banailo more boiragi</em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Oh, laou..</em></span></p>
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(Sorry if my pronounciation is bad, Ivee..)</span></p>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362442047180251906.post-66566180838456987972009-03-23T10:34:00.000+01:002009-03-23T10:49:00.164+01:00Gopalgonj i bilder.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/ScdU6IK6FUI/AAAAAAAABKQ/cqlG5oHGRuI/s1600-h/DSC_9342.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316311242736538946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/ScdU6IK6FUI/AAAAAAAABKQ/cqlG5oHGRuI/s400/DSC_9342.JPG" border="0" /></a>
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<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/SbwQ48WNIHI/AAAAAAAABGI/6ryqazTn6gk/s1600-h/DSC_8924.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313140230848323698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/SbwQ48WNIHI/AAAAAAAABGI/6ryqazTn6gk/s400/DSC_8924.JPG" border="0" /></a> Du gir alle deltakerne, her representert ved Mukta i resepsjonen, så mye te (cha) og mat de orker. (You give all the participants, here represented my Mukta in the reception, as much tea (cha) and food they can drink and eat.)
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<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/SbwQ4f38vrI/AAAAAAAABF8/Dc3FjSEajPo/s1600-h/DSC_8930.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313140223205228210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/SbwQ4f38vrI/AAAAAAAABF8/Dc3FjSEajPo/s400/DSC_8930.JPG" border="0" /></a> Man sosialiserer seg, som Ranjita didi (hostelbestyrer) og Kristin her. (One socialises, like Ranjita didi (hostel manager) and Kristin do here.)
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<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/SbwIiyXjx9I/AAAAAAAABFU/OY_ptCUI2OQ/s1600-h/DSC_8953.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313131054119503826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/SbwIiyXjx9I/AAAAAAAABFU/OY_ptCUI2OQ/s400/DSC_8953.JPG" border="0" /></a> Bina didi er som vanlig glad i å stå foran kameraet. (Bina didi loves to be in front of the camera as usual.)
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<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/Sbv_8aRXAjI/AAAAAAAABFM/MAAj64uJDUk/s1600-h/DSC_8993.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313121598722998834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/Sbv_8aRXAjI/AAAAAAAABFM/MAAj64uJDUk/s400/DSC_8993.JPG" border="0" /></a> At ungene har det gøy er også viktig, og Sam veit hva som må til. (The kids having fun is also very important, and Sam knows how to make it happen.)
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De voksne ville også leike - her husker Rosalin didi (assisterende generalsekretær i Dhaka KFUK) med Kristin. (The adults also wanted to play - here Rosalin didi (assistant general secretary of Dhaka YWCA) is on the swing with Kristin.)</div><div> </div>
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<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/Sbv4l68p1pI/AAAAAAAABEk/ZBpte3aQnaU/s1600-h/DSC_9118.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313113515776136850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/Sbv4l68p1pI/AAAAAAAABEk/ZBpte3aQnaU/s400/DSC_9118.JPG" border="0" /></a> Monisha didi (assisterende generalsekretær for Bangladesh KFUK) med datteren. (Monisha didi (assistand general secretary of Bangladesh YWCA) with her daughter.)
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<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/Sbv4lZFmq6I/AAAAAAAABEU/SNrQNpN7E9M/s1600-h/DSC_9144.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313113506686872482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/Sbv4lZFmq6I/AAAAAAAABEU/SNrQNpN7E9M/s400/DSC_9144.JPG" border="0" /></a> Palash, vår trofaste sjåfør, prøver seg.. (Palash, our faithful driver, gives it a go..)
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<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/Sbv4k_bXPyI/AAAAAAAABEM/NDQDJUT7hus/s1600-h/DSC_9154.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313113499798814498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/Sbv4k_bXPyI/AAAAAAAABEM/NDQDJUT7hus/s400/DSC_9154.JPG" border="0" /></a> Mannen til Monisha vil også prøve.. (Monisha's husband also wants to try..)
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<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/Sbv4kUOQ7-I/AAAAAAAABEE/g7cNPI3HlCw/s1600-h/DSC_9155.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313113488201150434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/Sbv4kUOQ7-I/AAAAAAAABEE/g7cNPI3HlCw/s400/DSC_9155.JPG" border="0" /></a> ..og det blir mååål! (..and he scooores!)
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<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/SbvxG27XFKI/AAAAAAAABD8/ZRhtVRXNbEs/s1600-h/DSC_9162.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313105285539632290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/SbvxG27XFKI/AAAAAAAABD8/ZRhtVRXNbEs/s400/DSC_9162.JPG" border="0" /></a> Dadu ("bestefar") blir tulla med av Juliate og Nilima didi. (Dadu ("grandpa") is being tossed around by Juliate and Nilima didi.)
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<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/SbvxGs9n3MI/AAAAAAAABD0/_G0b4jkxW_8/s1600-h/DSC_9189.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313105282864766146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/SbvxGs9n3MI/AAAAAAAABD0/_G0b4jkxW_8/s400/DSC_9189.JPG" border="0" /></a> Jeg kom på 4. plass i denne leiken, som til slutt vinnes av mashi (nede i høyre hjørne). Rosalin didi har ballen. (I got 4th place in this game, that was won by mashi (down right corner). Rosalin didi has the ball.)
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<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/SbvxF0lUcdI/AAAAAAAABDk/tG-dZHXgJsQ/s1600-h/DSC_9232.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313105267730444754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/SbvxF0lUcdI/AAAAAAAABDk/tG-dZHXgJsQ/s400/DSC_9232.JPG" border="0" /></a> Juliate ser fornøyd ut med resultatet. (Juliate looks like she is pleased with the result.)
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PS. YouTube er ikke lenger stengt, heldigvis - det tok bare en dag eller to før de åpna sida igjen. (PS. YouTube is now open for Bangladeshis again - it only took a few days before they removed the blocking.)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362442047180251906.post-50354939623497139422009-03-09T19:51:00.004+01:002009-03-09T20:00:05.359+01:00Jeg kommer ikke inn på YouTube.<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I dag bestemte den bangladeshiske regjeringa seg for å blokkere YouTube. Grunnen til denne (etter min mening en smule drastiske) sanksjonen er at noen lasta opp en video fra et møte mellom regjeringa, inkludert statsminister Sheikh Hasina, og det militære i Bangladesh. De snakka om mytteriet som skjedde i Bangladesh Rifles forrige måned. I følge <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/7932659.stm">en artikkel på BBC</a></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> var noen offisere på ingen måte fornøyde med håndteringen av hendelsen, og de anklaga henne for ikke å ha knust opprøret med makt. Som jeg har nevnt i foregående blogginnlegg, prøvde Sheikh Hasina å løse det på en mer diplomatisk måte som innebar å snakke og forhandle med mytteristene samme dagen som opprøret starta. Allikevel fortsatte det dagen etter, og det spredte seg også til andre BDR-enheter enn hovedkvarteret i Dhaka. </span>
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Jeg syns retningen diskusjonen på dette møtet tok viser en skremmende utvikling for Sheikh Hasina og hennes Awami League-koalisjonsregjering, fordi det er tydelig misnøye innenfor militæret. (BDR var misfornøyde med arbeidsvilkårene sine, noe som var grunnen til at de starta skytinga, og nå er hæren misfornøyd med måten situasjonen blei takla.) Som man har sett i årene etter Bangladesh blei en selvstendig nasjon, har de militære kreftene hele tida prøvd å få innflytelse i politikken, noe som har skapt mye uro og negativ spenning i landet. Sånn som BBC-artikkelen beskriver innholdet i videoen, ser det ut til at militæret ikke verken respekterer eller stoler på Sheikh Hasinas evne til å foreta avgjørelser. Denne videoen avslører selvsagt veldig sensitiv informasjon som aldri skulle vært offentliggjort på et sted som YouTube (eller noe annet sted, for den del), og regjeringa har all mulig rett til å ivareta at nasjonens sikkerhet og interesser ikke blir ytterligere satt på spill. Når det er sagt, syns jeg allikevel å blokkere all mulig tilgang til YouTube er å gå for langt. Det burde holdt å simpelthen fjerne videoen og finne ut hvem som la den ut, for så å straffe den skyldige. Denne formen for reaksjon er sensur på relativt høyt nivå, og jeg er ikke enig i at det er nødvendig. Det er uvisst når blokkeringen vil bli oppheva.
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Today, the Bangladeshi government decided to block YouTube. The reason for this (somewhat drastic, in my opinion) sanction is that someone uploaded a video from a meeting between the government, including Prime Minister Sheikh Hasina, and the military in Bangladesh. They were talking about the mutiny that happened in Bangladesh Rifles last month. According to <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/7932659.stm">an article on BBC</a> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">some officers were not at all happy with the PM's handling of the incident, and they accused her of not crushing the rebellion by force. Like I mentioned when I wrote about this before, Sheikh Hasina tried to solve it in a more diplomatic way, by speaking and negotiating with the mutineers on the same day as it started. However, it continued on the following day, and also spread to other BDR units besides the Dhaka headquarters. </span>
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I think the driection this meeting took shows a scary development for Sheikh Hasina and her Awami League coalition government, because it is obvious that the army is not happy. (The BDR was not happy with their working conditions, which is why they started the shooting, and now the army is not happy with the way the situation was being handled.) As seen over the years after Bangladesh became an independent nation, the military has constantly tried to influence the politics, which has caused a lot of tension and unrest. As it is presented by the BBC article, the military does not respect nor trust Sheikh Hasina ability to make the decisions. It also describes how she was not able to speak without people interrupting her. This video of course reveals very sensitive information that should never have been uploaded to a place like YouTube (or anywhere else, for that matter), and the government has every right to make sure national security or unity is not jeopardised even more. Nevertheless, I think blocking YouTube is going too far. It would have been enough to simply remove the video and find out who did it so that this person could get punishment for what he or she did. This kind of action is sensorship on a pretty high level, and I don't agree that it is necessary. It is not certain when it will be possible for Bangladeshis to access YouTube again.</span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362442047180251906.post-36627355209664989992009-02-26T14:34:00.003+01:002009-03-09T19:59:30.682+01:00Det hvite flagget har blitt reist!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><blockquote><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The mutineers of Bangladesh Rifles (BDR) surrendered
their arms this afternoon hours after Prime Minister Sheikh Hasina urged them to
go back to barracks, apparently ending nearly a two-day battle.
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Les mer i The Daily Star (read more in The Daily Star): <a href="http://www.thedailystar.net/newDesign/latest_news.php?nid=15272">Mutineers surrender arms</a>
</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362442047180251906.post-70843475260389383922009-02-26T13:58:00.006+01:002009-03-09T19:59:30.684+01:00Det har tatt helt av.<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Det har gått fra å være et lokalt opprør i Dhaka til å nærme seg en landsdekkende krise. Til tross for at en delegasjon fra Bangladesh Rifles (BDR) i går møtte representanter fra regjeringen for å snakke om mulig våpennedleggelse, førte ikke dette fram. I dag starta skytinga igjen i Dhaka rundt klokka 12 lokal tid, og det er kommet meldinger om at andre BDR-enheteri Bangladesh er i opprør også. Blant annet er det meldt om skyting i Sylhet og Chittagong. Soldatene i BDR krever bedre lønn, mer matrasjoner og mer ferie. De er misunnelige på de ordinære hærstyrkene, som får delta i FNs fredsbevarende styrker, noe det visstnok er en del penger i.
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Nå ser ikke statsminister Sheikh Hasina annen råd enn å gå til drastiske tiltak. Via bangladeshiske TV-kanaler har folk som befinner seg innenfor en radius på 3 kilometer blitt råda til å evakuere husene sine, og det er stridsvogner i gatene. BDRs hovedkvarter i Dhaka er nå omringa av tusenvis av soldater og politifolk. Folk holder seg ellers innendørs - her på KFUK har vaktene ved porten vår fått beskjed om at jeg og Sam ikke får lov å bevege oss ut uansett hva, og Kristin sitter fortsatt fast i Comilla (som ligger et par timer unna med bil). Hele kontoret her på National skulle egentlig på den årlige pikniken i morra.. Den er avlyst.
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Mormor ringte for å spørre om jeg hadde det bra, og det har jeg. Mamma er også bekymra. Jeg er helt trygg der jeg er, og det er ingen grunn til å være redd for meg. Jeg er derimot redd for hvordan dette kan utvikle seg..
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The situation has gone from being a local revolt in Dhaka to what I would almost refer to as a national crisis. In spite of the fact that a delegation from Bangladesh Rifles (BDR) yesterday met with government representatives to talk about a possible surrender of arms, this did not help. Today the shooting started again in Dhaka around noon local time, and there have been reports that other BDR units in Bangladesh have joined the violence. Shooting has occurred in some places, like for example Sylhet and Chittagong. The soldiers in the BDR are demanding higher salaries, better food rations and more holidays. They are envious of the army, which is allowed to participate in the UN peacekeeping forces and therefore gets more money.
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Prime Minister Sheikh Hasina now sees no other option than to take more drastic actions. Via Bangladeshi news channels, people within a radius of 3 kilometres have been asked to leave their homes, and tanks are now driving in the streets. BDR's headquarters in Dhaka is now surrounded by thousands of soldiers and policemen. People in general are staying indoors - here at the YWCA the guards have been told not to let me or Sam go out no matter what, and Kristin is still stuck in Comilla (a few hours by car from here). The whole office here at National was supposed to have their annual picnic tomorrow.. But that has now been cancelled.
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Different numbers are circulating in terms of casualties - the highest numbers say about 100 people, but the lowest say only a few. When we heard of the first civilian who died yesterdayboth Sam and I were very sad - a rickshaw puller.. Probably a very poor man with a family to feed. Now they have lost a father, a husband and the money they most likely needed to survive. Additionally, the BDR soldiers are dying.. For what? Bad working conditions. To stop the mutiny from spreading more, an official said that they have shut down the mobile network.
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Grandmother called me on the phone to ask if I were ok, and I am. My mother is also worried. I am safe where I am, and there is no reason to be afraid. I, on the other hand, am afraid of what is going to happen next.. </span>
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<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="http://english.aljazeera.net/news/asia/2009/02/20092268923308485.html">Al Jazeera - Bangladesh mutineers face ultimatum</a></span>
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<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/7911936.stm">BBC - Bangladesh PM threatens mutineers</a></span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362442047180251906.post-62183841477300572552009-02-25T13:31:00.005+01:002009-03-09T19:59:30.685+01:00Det verste er over.<em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A big Norwegian newspaper wrote about the shooting after I tipped them off, so I'm just commenting on </span></em><a href="http://go.dagbladet.no/ego.cgi/dbf_henv/http://www.dagbladet.no/2009/02/25/nyheter/bangladesh/opptoyer/5031076/"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">the article</span></em></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>.</em>
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Dagbladets nettutgave publiserte nettopp </span><a href="http://go.dagbladet.no/ego.cgi/dbf_henv/http://www.dagbladet.no/2009/02/25/nyheter/bangladesh/opptoyer/5031076/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">en artikkel</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> om skytinga som foregikk på hovedkvarteret til Bangladeshi Rifles, etter at jeg tipsa dem. Morsomt at de skriver "Heidi (19) er midt i opptøyene i Bangladesh." når jeg ikke en gang har hørt et eneste skudd.. Jeg har kun sittet og lest nyheter. Men nå tror jeg det verste er over, ettersom </span><a href="http://www.thedailystar.net/newDesign/latest_news.php?nid=15241"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The Daily Star rapporterer om samtaler mellom statsminister Sheikh Hasina og de opprørske soldatene</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. Opptøyene kom av vanskelige lønnsforhandlinger, noe </span><a href="http://profetenhastur.blogspot.com/2009/02/kraftige-lsnforhandlingar.html"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hastur/Kristian har kommentert i sin blogg</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. Får håpe det ordner seg nå, og at vi snart kan vandre rundt i Dhanmondi igjen (det er tross alt et av favorittstedene våre i Dhaka). </span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362442047180251906.post-91922839921115665492009-02-25T10:01:00.004+01:002009-03-09T19:59:30.687+01:00Mytteri i Bangladesh Rifles - NÅ.<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I skrivende øyeblikk er det åpna ild i nabobydelen, nærmere bestemt Rifle's Square i Dhanmondi der Bangladesh Rifles har sitt hovedkvarter. Bangladesh Rifles kriger nå med Bangladesh sin egen hær, og det hele har utvikla seg til å bli en veldig dramatisk situasjon der sivile også står i fare for å befinne seg på feil sted til feil tid. Så vidt jeg veit har en sivilperson allerede omkommet, og flere av soldatene (ryktene sier 11 stykker). Dessuten blir 60 personer holdt som gisler. Det starta med en konferanse med topplederne (nå gisler i konferansehallen) i Bangladesh Rifles, og i følge nyhetene var det hele planlagt nettopp på denne dagen da konferansen skulle holdes. Det har seg sånn at noen av de som jobber i Bangladesh Rifles får mindre betalt enn andre, og disse er veldig misfornøyde. Derfor bestemte de seg for å angripe dem som får mer betalt, og hele situasjonen er nå totalt ute av kontroll.
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Hæren har prøvd, men forgjeves, å sikre området. De endte bare opp med å bli med i kampene, de også. I følge Al Jazeera retter de til og med våpnene sine mot sivile, som sannsynligvis nå er panikkslagne.. Det er også flere sivile sårede, i tillegg til den sivile som er drept. Nå har de endelig evakuert området, i følge BBC. Der leser jeg også at det kommer røyk fra bygningen der konferanserommet ligger.. Hva nå enn det betyr..
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Jeg og Sam sitter på kontoret og er lost for words, mens vi leser på Al Jazeera og BBC.. Det er som om de har starta en liten borgerkrig her, rett utafor døra vår omtrent. Butikker har stengt, folk har dratt hjem fra kontoret, og de sier det vil bli portforbud seinere i dag.Vi er ikke i fare, siden det her skjer et lite stykke unna.. Samtidig. Det hadde ikke tatt meg mer enn en halvtime å gå dit. Kristin skulle egentlig ha kommet tilbake fra Comilla i dag, men Juliate ba henne bli. Det er ikke trygt ute i Dhakas gater nå.
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As I am writing this, there is hevay fighting going on not too far away from here. More specifically, at Rifle's Square in Dhanmondi where Bangladesh Rifles has its head quarters. Bangladesh Rifles soldiers are now fighting the army, and the whole thing has turned into a very dramatic situation where civilians are at risk of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. As far as I know, one civilan has been killed, and some soldiers (rumour has it to be 11). Besides, 60 people are held hostage. It all started this morning, when the senior officers where having a meeting in the conference room (these are the hostages) at Bangladesh Rifles, and according to the news the whole thing was intended to be on the same day as this meeting. The background is that some soldiers are paid lower salaries than others, and these are very dissatisfied. For this reason they decided to attack those with higher salaries, and the situation is completely out of control.
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The army has tried, but failed, to secure the area. They ended up firing their weapons as well. According to Al Jazeera they are even pointing their guns at civilians, that are probably panicing.. Moreover, several civilians have been reported injured, in addition to the one that was killed. They finally managed to evacuate the area, according to the BBC. There I also read that smoke is coming from the building where the 60 officers are held hostage.. Whatever that means..
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Me and Sam are sitting in the office lost for words, while reading the news on Al Jazeera and BBC.. It's like they have started a small civil war here, right outside our door more or less. Shops have closed, people have left the office to go home, and they were speaking about a possible curfew later. We are not in danger, since all this is happening a short distance from here.. Nevertheless, it would have taken me around half an hour to walk there.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Kristin was supposed to return from Comilla today, but Juliate told her to stay put. It's not safe in the streets of Dhaka today.
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<strong></strong>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362442047180251906.post-38289207181262377592009-02-24T19:37:00.003+01:002009-02-24T20:42:48.729+01:00goCY 09/10.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/SaRNPZH2hFI/AAAAAAAABCM/1Ev_GuNR2SQ/s1600-h/DSC_6561.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306451187786482770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/SaRNPZH2hFI/AAAAAAAABCM/1Ev_GuNR2SQ/s400/DSC_6561.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Et typisk scenario fra goCY-forberedelseskurs..</span>
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<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Det er ikke til å stikke under en stol at jeg blei veldig glad da jeg leste mailen fra Mia, vår kjære nye koordinator på Global, der det stod at Fredskorpset vil støtte et år til med goCY! Riktignok skal det skje noen endringer, men jeg syns det nye opplegget høres veldig interessant ut (får nesten lyst til å søke et år til, hehe). Seks norske deltagere ønskes, og disse seks skal så sendes til henholdsvis Palestina, Sri Lanka og Kenya for å bli der i 8 måneder. Det vil også komme deltakere fra disse landene til Norge, og kanskje noen av dem kommer til å besøke et annet "Sør-land" (Fredskorpset snakker om Nord og Sør). Temaet er "fred og forsoning" denne gangen, i motsetning til mitt kull - vi har ikke noe spesielt tema. Hvis det sitter noen KM'ere eller ikke KM'ere der ute i 20-25-årsalderen som har lyst til å oppleve noe de aldri kommer til å glemme, så er dette noe å vurdere på lik linje med å søke på et år (til) med høyere utdanning eller en jordomseiling for den del. Det er noe helt unikt å bo i et land og lære om en kultur på denne måten - jeg blir ikke bare en outsider som betrakter hvor "annerledes og rart" alt er - jeg finner min egen plass i samfunnet og lever et liv sammen med menneskene som bor der.
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Hvis du er interessert i å finne ut mer om goCY Intern-programmet til KFUK-KFUM Global, er det lurt å gå inn på Global sine nettsider og lese hva slags <a href="http://kfuk-kfum-global.no/Norsk/Utveksling/goCY/">informasjon</a> de har lagt ut der (blant annet om forventningene til deg som vil søke), og hvis du er ukjent med <a href="http://www.kfuk-kfum.no/side80">KFUK-KFUM-bevegelsen</a> eller <a href="http://kfuk-kfum-global.no/Norsk/Organisasjon/Hvem_er_vi/">Global sitt arbeid</a> er det lurt å kikke litt på det. Du trenger ikke være kristen for å søke, noe jeg er et bevis på. Søknadsfristen er 15. april, og søknadsskjemaet lastes ned på sida med info om goCY. Der finner du forresten kontaktinformasjonen til Mia også. Har du spørsmål? Jeg svarer gjerne, enten i kommentarfeltet eller på mail (heidi.idieh@live.no). Kanskje jeg møter deg på forberedelseskurs i august?
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<em>If anyone is wondering why I did not translate this, it is because I doubt that my blog is read by other English-speaking people besides my fellow goCYers. And you guys already know these things, I guess. If anyone still wants me to translate it, please leave a comment! The blog entry is about the fact that there will be another year with the goCY program, and it speaks to those who do not know much about it from before.</em> </span></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362442047180251906.post-74590058392355537862009-02-18T18:23:00.000+01:002009-02-18T20:42:21.964+01:00Khulna i bilder.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/SZxe0LbtgQI/AAAAAAAABCE/O1FIDEbHMU8/s1600-h/DSC_8535.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304218711650828546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/SZxe0LbtgQI/AAAAAAAABCE/O1FIDEbHMU8/s400/DSC_8535.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dette er Putul. Mora hennes har bestemt seg for at datteren skal bli lege når hu blir stor. (This is Putul. Her mother has decided that she is going to become a doctor when she grows up.)</span>
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<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/SZhtvGVaMoI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/pkHlgw4dNmI/s1600-h/DSC_8317.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303109217150448258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/SZhtvGVaMoI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/pkHlgw4dNmI/s400/DSC_8317.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Alo mashi, som alltid smiler og tuller. (Alo mashi, always smiling and joking.)</span>
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<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/SZhtuwcfPEI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Dolv0NUfr8Y/s1600-h/DSC_8318.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303109211274558530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/SZhtuwcfPEI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Dolv0NUfr8Y/s400/DSC_8318.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Rina mashi, som har laga kjempegod mat til meg. (Rina mashi, who has been making very tasty food for me.)</span>
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<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/SZhoiqDp8zI/AAAAAAAAA8I/r96Ff0ISSKI/s1600-h/DSC_8388.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303103505843221298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/SZhoiqDp8zI/AAAAAAAAA8I/r96Ff0ISSKI/s400/DSC_8388.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> På Valentine's Day dro vi på båttur. (We went on a boat trip for Valentine's Day.)</span></div>
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/SZhoiXIPLAI/AAAAAAAAA8A/dza9Wu7HXNY/s1600-h/DSC_8394.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303103500762164226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-i-ZtR2TowE/SZhoiXIPLAI/AAAAAAAAA8A/dza9Wu7HXNY/s400/DSC_8394.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Chayti (og Keka i bakgrunnen), to av ungdomsmedlemmene. (Chayti (and Keka in the background), two youth members.)</span></div>
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