Podcasts about Bergen

Tropische Strände, Highspeed-Züge & Menschen, die dich nach dem Flug einfach umarmen. Taiwan hat uns komplett erwischt. Direkt aus dem Flieger fährt Michael einmal quer durchs Land bis ganz in den Süden. Reisfelder im Sonnenaufgang, Fischreiher über den Flüssen, plötzlich Dschungel, dann wieder Meer. Hengchun fühlt sich an wie ein entspanntes Surferstädtchen irgendwo zwischen Südostasien und Kalifornien. Nur sicherer, freundlicher - und überraschend vielseitig. Nachtmärkte, Mungobohnen-Suppe mit Eis, Flat White auf Weltklasseniveau, Familien auf Fahrrädern, Strände wie aus dem Bilderbuch und überall diese selbstverständliche Offenheit der Menschen. Taiwan ist modern und wohlhabend, politisch komplex, geschichtlich vielschichtig und im Reise-Alltag vor allem: leicht. Öffis, die funktionieren, Essen, das begeistert und ein Land, das dich ganz tief in dein Herz lässt, ohne sich aufzudrängen. Wenn ihr wissen wollt, wie sich ein Hidden Champion in Asien wirklich anfühlt, dann kommt mit in den Süden.—Unsere Werbepartner findet ihr hier.Kommt zu unserer LIVE-Show:11.4.2026 Mannheim (SWR Podcastfestival)Tickets gibt es HIER.Mehr Reisen Reisen gibt es bei Instagram und in unserem Newsletter-Magazin.—HengchunEntspannte Kleinstadt im Süden Taiwans, nahe dem Kenting Nationalpark. Bunte Gassen, kleine Cafés, Nachtmarkt und perfekter Ausgangspunkt für Strände und Natur.https://www.instagram.com/hengchun_town/Kenting National ParkTropischer Nationalpark mit Stränden, Bergen und üppigem Grün. Ideal zum Surfen, Wandern oder einfach für Tage am Meer.https://www.instagram.com/kenting_national_park/South Slot CoffeeChilliges Café mit Terrasse, Liegestühlen und tropischem Vibe. Perfekt für einen Flat White nach der Ankunft im Süden.https://www.instagram.com/southslotcoffee/Kitchen Swell CafeGroßzügiger Raum mit viel Holz, internationalen Speisen und entspanntem Surfer-Feeling. Ideal für Frühstück oder Lunch.https://www.instagram.com/kitchenswell/Huang Sweet Mung BeansTraditioneller Spot für taiwanesische Mungobohnensuppe – süß, mit Eis serviert, ein Klassiker im tropischen Süden.(Kein klarer offizieller Instagram-Account, Infos über lokale Listings)https://www.taiwan.net.tw/Step UpKleiner Laden, in dem man sich eigene Flip-Flops zusammenstellen kann. Farben, Sohlen, Bänder – alles individuell kombinierbar.https://www.instagram.com/stepup.tw/The SurfSurfboutique mit lässigen Shirts, Boards und echtem Küsten-Vibe. Treffpunkt für junge Locals und Reisende.https://www.instagram.com/thesurf_taiwan/FamilyMartTaiwanesische Convenience-Store-Kette mit überraschend guter Kaffeekultur. Praktisch für Snacks, Getränke und schnellen Flat White unterwegs.https://www.instagram.com/familymart_tw/ Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Der beste Sonnenuntergang, der leckerste Nachtmarkt, ein indigenes Dorf hoch in den Bergen und dazwischen die Geschichte einer jungen Demokratie. Taiwan ist eine hochspannende Insel und genau JETZT ist die Zeit, um sie zu entdecken. Die Stadt Kenting im Süden riecht nach Meer und Streetfood. Oolong Tee dampft in kleinen Holzhäusern, Eis schmeckt plötzlich nicht süß, sondern geröstet und frisch. Nur eine Stunde weiter ändert sich die Welt komplett. Die Straße windet sich durch grünes Bergland, Steinhäuser stehen zwischen Bananenstauden und Familien bewahren ihre indigene Tradition. Man sitzt zusammen, probiert Wildschwein und Hirse, hört alte Mythen und spricht am Ende plötzlich über Popmusik. Vergangenheit und Gegenwart liegen in Taiwan oft nur ein paar Meter auseinander. Außerdem bekommt ihr in dieser Folge die bewegte Geschichte eine der freiesten Gesellschaften im chinesischen Sprachraum. Vielleicht ist es genau diese Mischung aus Gelassenheit, Widerstandskraft und Lebensfreude, die diese Reise so besonders macht. Kommt mit in den Süden Taiwans. Es lohnt sich.—Unsere Werbepartner findet ihr hier.Kommt zu unserer LIVE-Show:11.4.2026 Mannheim (SWR Podcastfestival)Tickets gibt es HIER.Mehr Reisen Reisen gibt es bei Instagram und in unserem Newsletter-Magazin.–Süden & KentingKentingEntspannter Küstenort im Süden Taiwans mit tropischem Flair, Surferszene und warmem Meer. Perfekter Ausgangspunkt für Strandtage und Nationalpark-Erkundungen.https://www.instagram.com/kenting.tw/Kenting National ParkTaiwans einziger tropischer Nationalpark mit Klippen, Regenwald, Palmenstränden und spektakulären Sonnenuntergängen. Ideal für Küstenwanderungen und Wassersport.https://www.instagram.com/kentingnationalpark/Baishawan BeachFeiner Sand, türkisfarbenes Wasser und entspannte Atmosphäre. Einer der schönsten Strände im Süden der Insel.https://www.instagram.com/baishawan_beach/Longpan ParkWindumtoste Klippenlandschaft mit weitem Blick aufs Meer. Perfekt für Sonnenuntergänge und Panoramaaufnahmen.https://www.instagram.com/longpanpark/Kenting Night MarketLebendiger Nachtmarkt mit Streetfood, kleinen Spielständen und Bars. Bunt, laut, gesellig – besonders am Wochenende ein Treffpunkt für Einheimische.https://www.instagram.com/kenting_nightmarket/Hido HostelUnkomplizierte Unterkunft mit Meerblick in Kenting. Ideal für Backpacker, die entspannt wohnen möchten.https://www.instagram.com/hidohostel/TeekulturLu Shui TangKleiner, atmosphärischer Teeladen mit traditioneller Oolong-Zubereitung und überraschend modern interpretierten Teekreationen wie Tee-Eis.https://www.instagram.com/lushuittang/AlishanBerühmte Hochlandregion für Oolong-Tee und spektakuläre Sonnenaufgänge über Nebelwäldern.https://www.instagram.com/alishan_nsa/Indigene KulturPaiwanEines der 16 anerkannten indigenen Völker Taiwans mit eigener Sprache, Symbolik und Hierarchiestruktur. Ihre Traditionen prägen bis heute Teile des Südens der Insel.Taiwan ToursAnbieter geführter Touren, unter anderem zu indigenen Dörfern und in die Bergregionen im Süden.https://www.instagram.com/taiwantours/ Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Fluent Fiction - Norwegian: Sibling Bond: Navigating Life's Turbulence Together Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/no/episode/2026-02-27-08-38-20-no Story Transcript:No: En kald februar-morgen i Bergen var luften fylt med den skarpe friskheten som bare vinter kan bringe.En: A cold February morning in Bergen was filled with the sharp freshness that only winter can bring.No: Inne i Bergen Akvarium var det varmt og summet muntert av mennesker som gikk fra en utstilling til den neste.En: Inside Bergen Akvarium, it was warm and buzzing cheerfully with people moving from one exhibit to the next.No: Store tanker fulle av fantastisk liv fra dypet, pirret nysgjerrigheten til både unge og gamle.En: Large tanks full of amazing life from the deep piqued the curiosity of both young and old.No: Midt blant denne livligheten gikk Sigrid og Magnus, arm i arm.En: Amidst this liveliness walked Sigrid and Magnus, arm in arm.No: Sigrid var den eldre, hennes blikk var tankefullt, mens Magnus så rundt seg med store, lyse øyne.En: Sigrid was the older, her gaze thoughtful, while Magnus looked around with wide, bright eyes.No: "Se på den store fisken, Sigrid!En: "Look at that big fish, Sigrid!"No: " ropte han og pekte på en enorm rokke som gled rolig gjennom vannet.En: he shouted, pointing at a massive ray gliding calmly through the water.No: "Ja, den er stor, ikke sant?En: "Yes, it is big, isn't it?"No: " svarte Sigrid med et forsiktig smil.En: replied Sigrid with a cautious smile.No: Hun prøvde å holde stemmen lys, som denne vinterdagens bleke lys.En: She tried to keep her voice light, like this winter day's pale light.No: Inni seg kjente hun en tyngde hun ikke kunne riste av.En: Inside, she felt a weight she couldn't shake off.No: Foreldrenes separasjon hadde vært som en voldsom storm i deres liv.En: Their parents' separation had been like a violent storm in their lives.No: Som eldste søster, følte Sigrid et ansvar for å beskytte Magnus fra bølgene av usikkerhet.En: As the oldest sister, Sigrid felt a responsibility to protect Magnus from the waves of uncertainty.No: Men hun var selv bare en tenåring, kjempende for å forstå det nye landskapet av deres hjemmeliv.En: But she was herself only a teenager, struggling to understand the new landscape of their home life.No: Magnus var uvitende om alle detaljene, men han merket forandringen.En: Magnus was unaware of all the details, but he noticed the change.No: Nå mens han grep Sigrids hånd og trakk henne mot sjøløve-showet, spurte han plutselig: "Tror du mamma og pappa blir lykkelig sammen igjen?En: Now, as he grabbed Sigrid's hand and pulled her toward the sea lion show, he suddenly asked, "Do you think mom and dad will be happy together again?"No: "Sigrid stanset et øyeblikk.En: Sigrid stopped for a moment.No: Ordet slo ned som et isflak mot sjelen hennes.En: The word struck like an ice shard against her soul.No: Hun svelget, mens hun lette etter et svar som kunne berolige broren uten å gi falskt håp.En: She swallowed, searching for an answer that could reassure her brother without giving false hope.No: "Jeg vet ikke, Magnus," begynte hun, stemmen myk og rolig.En: "I don't know, Magnus," she began, her voice soft and calm.No: "Noen ganger, så vet ikke voksne helt hva som er best.En: "Sometimes, adults don't really know what's best.No: Men det betyr ikke at vi ikke vil være en familie.En: But that doesn't mean we won't be a family.No: Vi har alltid hverandre, sant?En: We always have each other, right?"No: "Magnus så på henne, de klare øynene hans lette etter forståelse.En: Magnus looked at her, his clear eyes seeking understanding.No: Så nikket han sakte, et lite smil dannet seg da han så på sin søster.En: Then he nodded slowly, a small smile forming as he looked at his sister.No: "Ja, vi vil alltid ha hverandre.En: "Yes, we will always have each other."No: "Showet startet, sjøløvene gled opp i luften i et sprut av vann, og de to søsknene lo sammen.En: The show started, and the sea lions soared into the air in a splash of water, and the two siblings laughed together.No: Deres latter blandet seg med lyden av barnas frydefulle rop rundt seg.En: Their laughter mingled with the joyful shouts of children around them.No: For første gang på lange dager, følte Sigrid noe av den pressende skyen lette litt.En: For the first time in many days, Sigrid felt some of the heavy cloud lift a bit.No: Hun forsto at kanskje hun ikke kunne fikse alt, men hun kunne være der for Magnus.En: She understood that maybe she couldn't fix everything, but she could be there for Magnus.No: Gjennom bølger av usikkerhet, kunne deres bånd holde dem flytende.En: Through waves of uncertainty, their bond could keep them afloat.No: Dagen i akvariet avsluttet med smil, og mens de gikk ut i den kalde, friske luften igjen, visste Sigrid at hun og Magnus kunne møte alt – så lenge de gjorde det sammen.En: The day at the aquarium ended with smiles, and as they walked out into the cold, fresh air again, Sigrid knew that she and Magnus could face anything—as long as they did it together. Vocabulary Words:freshness: friskhetenbuzzing: summetexhibit: utstillingtanks: tankerpiqued: pirretcuriosity: nysgjerrighetenliveliness: livlighetenthoughtful: tankefulltgaze: blikkmassive: enormray: rokkecautious: forsiktigpale: blekeweight: tyngdeshake off: riste avseparation: separasjonviolent: voldsomresponsibility: ansvaruncertainty: usikkerhetswallowed: svelgetreassure: beroligefalse hope: falskt håpunderstanding: forståelseclear: klarebond: båndafloat: flytendesoared: gled oppsplashes: sprutmingled: blandet segpressing: pressende

Strategies for staying clean and sober on the road w/Teresa BergenHelping nondrinkers see the world soberTeresa Bergen is a travel writer and long-time sober person who wants to help others in recovery see the world without picking up a drink. She's the author of Sober Travel Handbook: Navigating the World Alcohol-Free.Links:https://teresabergen.com/https://www.instagram.com/teresa.bergen/?hl=enTags:Addiction & Recovery,Adventure,sober travel,sober yoga,Sobriety,Travel,Yoga,Strategies for staying clean and sober on the road w/Teresa Bergen,Live Video Podcast Interview,Podcast,Phantom Electric Ghost Podcast,Podmatch,Support PEG by checking out our Sponsors:Download and use Newsly for free now from www.newsly.me or from the link in the description, and use promo code “GHOST” and receive a 1-month free premium subscription.The best tool for getting podcast guests:https://podmatch.com/signup/phantomelectricghostSubscribe to our Instagram for exclusive content:https://www.instagram.com/expansive_sound_experiments/Subscribe to our YouTube https://youtube.com/@phantomelectricghost?si=rEyT56WQvDsAoRprRSShttps://anchor.fm/s/3b31908/podcast/rssSubstackhttps://substack.com/@phantomelectricghost?utm_source=edit-profile-page

Fluent Fiction - Norwegian: A Brewed Encounter: Lessons in Coffee and Authenticity Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/no/episode/2026-02-26-23-34-02-no Story Transcript:No: Kjetil gikk forsiktig inn i kaffebrenneriet i Bergen sammen med Sunniva.En: Kjetil walked carefully into the kaffebrenneriet in Bergen together with Sunniva.No: Det var en kald vinterdag, og snøfnugg danset sakte i luften utenfor.En: It was a cold winter day, and snowflakes danced slowly in the air outside.No: Inne i butikken var det varmt og koselig.En: Inside the shop, it was warm and cozy.No: Lukten av nybrent kaffe fylte rommet.En: The smell of freshly roasted coffee filled the room.No: Store sekker med bønner var stablet rundt, og det varme lyset gav en hjemmekoselig følelse.En: Large sacks of beans were stacked around, and the warm light gave a homely feeling.No: Eirik, baristaen bak disken, smilte da han så dem komme inn.En: Eirik, the barista behind the counter, smiled when he saw them come in.No: "Hei Kjetil! Lenge siden sist!" sa han.En: "Hi Kjetil! Long time no see!" he said.No: Kjetil nikket tilbake.En: Kjetil nodded back.No: Han prøvde å virke selvsikker for Sunniva.En: He tried to appear confident for Sunniva.No: Kjetil hadde planlagt denne turen nøye.En: Kjetil had planned this trip carefully.No: Han ville vise Sunniva at han kunne noe om kaffe.En: He wanted to show Sunniva that he knew something about coffee.No: Men egentlig visste han ikke mye om emnet.En: But in reality, he didn't know much about the subject.No: Han så seg rundt i lokalet mens Sunniva merket hans nervøsitet med et lite smil.En: He looked around the place while Sunniva noticed his nervousness with a slight smile.No: På menyen så Kjetil en eksotisk tekst.En: On the menu, Kjetil saw an exotic text.No: "Hva kan jeg få for deg?" spurte Eirik, fortsatt med et bredt smil.En: "What can I get for you?" asked Eirik, still with a broad smile.No: Kjetil bestemte seg raskt.En: Kjetil decided quickly.No: "Jeg tar en kopje med, eh... den her, 'Guatemalsk Geisha'," sa han, prøvende på navnet.En: "I'll have a cup of, uh... this one, 'Guatemalsk Geisha'," he said, trying the name.No: Eirik lo stille.En: Eirik chuckled quietly.No: "Det er en sterk en.En: "It's a strong one.No: Unik smak," sa han og begynte å lage ordren.En: Unique taste," he said and began making the order.No: Mens de ventet, så Sunniva på Kjetil med et glimt i øyet.En: While they waited, Sunniva looked at Kjetil with a twinkle in her eye.No: "Hva vet du om denne kaffen da?" spurte hun vennlig.En: "What do you know about this coffee then?" she asked kindly.No: Kjetil begynte å svette litt, men prøvde å holde roen.En: Kjetil began to sweat a little but tried to remain calm.No: "Å, vel, Geisha-kaffe... den, eh, kommer fra gamle kaffeplanter i Guatemala," begynte han vagt.En: "Oh, well, Geisha coffee... it, uh, comes from old coffee plants in Guatemala," he began vaguely.No: Kaffen ble servert, og Kjetil tok en liten slurk.En: The coffee was served, and Kjetil took a small sip.No: Den uvanlige smaken traff ham umiddelbart.En: The unusual taste hit him immediately.No: Sunniva bemerket den overraskede uttrykket hans og lo lett.En: Sunniva noticed his surprised expression and laughed lightly.No: "Så, hva synes du?En: "So, what do you think?No: Hvordan er smaken?" spurte hun nysgjerrig.En: How's the taste?" she asked curiously.No: Kjetil rødmet og så flau ut.En: Kjetil blushed and looked embarrassed.No: Han tok en dyp pust.En: He took a deep breath.No: "Jeg må innrømme, jeg bestilte den bare fordi navnet hørtes fancy ut.En: "I have to admit, I ordered it just because the name sounded fancy.No: Jeg vet egentlig ikke så mye om kaffe," innrømte han, litt flau.En: I don't actually know much about coffee," he confessed, a bit embarrassed.No: Sunniva smilte bredt.En: Sunniva smiled broadly.No: "Det er greit, Kjetil.En: "It's okay, Kjetil.No: Jeg liker at du prøver," sa hun varmt.En: I like that you're trying," she said warmly.No: Hun satte seg nærmere og delte en latter med ham.En: She sat closer and shared a laugh with him.No: De smakte begge på kaffen, og praten begynte å flyte mer naturlig.En: They both tasted the coffee, and the conversation began to flow more naturally.No: Kjetil pustet lettet ut.En: Kjetil sighed in relief.No: Han forstod nå at ærlighet var bedre enn en tom illusjon.En: He understood now that honesty was better than an empty illusion.No: Denne dagen lærte han en viktig lekse, og han var glad for at Sunniva satt der og opplevde hans egentlige jeg.En: That day he learned an important lesson, and he was glad that Sunniva was there experiencing his true self.No: "Neste gang går vi for vanlig brygg, ja?" foreslo Sunniva, blunkende.En: "Next time we go for the regular brew, yeah?" suggested Sunniva, winking.No: "Absolutt," svarte Kjetil, nå mye mer avslappet.En: "Absolutely," replied Kjetil, now much more relaxed.No: De satte seg tilbake og nøt hverandres selskap i den varme kaffeduften av brenneriet i Bergen.En: They sat back and enjoyed each other's company in the warm coffee aroma of the brenneriet in Bergen. Vocabulary Words:carefully: forsiktigsnowflakes: snøfnuggstacked: stabletconfident: selvsikkernervousness: nervøsitetexotic: eksotiskunique: uniktwinkle: glimtvaguely: vagtsip: slurksurprised: overraskedeblushed: rødmetembarrassed: flauadmit: innrømmehonesty: ærlighetillusion: illusjonlesson: leksebroadly: bredtpleased: tilfredsaroma: duftconfess: innrømmeimportant: viktignature: naturenchuckled: lo stillebroad: bredplan: planlagtcare: omsorgnaturally: naturligrelief: lettelsecompany: selskap

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In januari 2025 sterft een klimster op de Grossglockner, de hoogste berg van Oostenrijk. Ze was in moeilijkheden geraakt vlak voor de top en haar partner had haar achtergelaten om hulp te gaan zoeken. Maar de rechter oordeelt dat de man zich schuldig heeft gemaakt aan grove nalatigheid. Wat is er juist gebeurd? En na nieuw onderzoek van een moord- en verdwijningszaak van meer dan 30 jaar geleden, is er DNA gevonden dat ook is teruggevonden bij andere misdaden. Kan de dader nu worden gevat?

This episode came off the back of a simple check in. A guy who has been in our world for years. Solid. Capable. Driven. But the last few weeks had hit him hard. Illness. Injury. Standards slipping. Weight creeping up. Mood dipping. The quiet drift that most men pretend is not happening. When I asked him why he did not reach out, his answer was honest. Part of me still thinks I can fix this on my own. That right there is the trap. In this episode I talk about emotional resilience. What it actually is. Why most men overestimate it. And why trying to carry everything alone is like walking through life with a 200 pound Bergen on your back. We cover: • Why fear feels heavier than we admit • The difference between processing emotion and being crushed by it • The danger of the lone wolf mentality • How ego keeps men stuck in drift • Why emotional resilience is built in environment, not isolation • What really happens when you ignore the problem for too long I share my own fear patterns. The fear of losing everything. The way grief has resurfaced old wounds. And how resilience is not about pretending you are fine, but learning how to regulate, process and move forward with strength. If you feel like life has been heavier than it should be. If you have been carrying it quietly. If you know your standards have slipped but you keep telling yourself you will sort it out alone. Listen to this.

Tina ist wieder zu Hause und kann es kaum erwarten, Marc ist immer noch zu Hause und mag Schnee und Michael ist zu Hause anstatt in den Bergen.

Join Alastair Stevenson and Michael Mervyn-Jones for a round-up of the main highlights from this month's SSY Monthly Shipping Review (MSR) alongside the latest news impacting shipping markets. The SSY Monthly Shipping Review is available to download for all SSY Navigator subscribers. To subscribe to SSY Navigator, simply email navigator@ssyglobal.com Panellist contact details Alastair StevensonHead of Digital Analysis, SSYE: a.stevenson@ssyglobal.comMichael Mervyn-JonesDirector of Communications and Marketing, SSYE: m.mervyn-jones@ssyglobal.com About SSY Established in 1880, SSY has grown to become one of the biggest and most trusted names in broking, operating around the world via its 28 local offices – with over 650 experts covering a range of major markets including Dry Cargo, Tankers, Derivatives, LNG, Sale and Purchase, Offshore, Rigs, Nuclear Energy, Chemicals, Aquaculture, LPG, Towage, Recycling and Corporate Finance. SSY has a global reach with offices in Aberdeen, Athens, Bergen, Copenhagen, Dubai, Geneva, Genoa, Hamburg, Hong Kong, Houston, Kristiansand, London, Madrid, Mumbai, New York, Osaka, Oslo, Rio, Rotterdam, Seoul, Shanghai, Singapore, Stamford-USA, Sydney, Tokyo, Vancouver, Varna, Zug.www.ssyglobal.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Henri Kretschmer ist 18 Jahre alt, als er beschließt eine große Reise zu machen. Er will von Singapur bis nach Hause, nach Bochum fahren, mit einem alten Motorrad, einer XT600. Vor seinen Eltern hält er es geheim und lässt die Bombe erst platzen, als er tausende Kilometer weit weg, in Malaysia ist. Was dann beginnt, ist keine Postkartenreise, sondern ein verrücktes Abenteuer. Im Interview erzählt Henri von einem Unfall mit einem Bus in Malaysia erzählt, einem Kaffeebauern in Thailand und wie ihn das Militär in den Bergen von Pakistan suchte.

Iran står på randen av en skjør atomavtale, mens USA vurderer kraftige reaksjoner og strategiske bevegelser. Cecilie Hellestveit kaster lys over de komplekse sikkerhetspolitiske kodingene, får du en dypdykk i hvordan Iran, USA, Russland og flere andre aktører navigerer i en ustabil geopolitisk labyrint. Hvorfor blir Iran en nøkkelspiller i verdens største konfliktarena, og hva er egentlig det strategiske spillet bak kulissene?Vi dykker ned i dynamikken i Midtøsten; hvordan cyberkapasiteter, atomvåpenspørsmål og regional maktbalanse samspiller. Vi utforsker hvordan Iran har bygget digital kapasitet under radaren, og hvorfor dette skaper en ny æra i global militærstrategi. Cecilie deler innsikt om hvorfor Iran er en unik "rogue state", og hvordan amerikanske, russiske og kinesiske interesser former framtiden – fra atomforhandlinger til regionale allianser og hybride krigføring.Cecilie Hellestveit er en av Norges ledende eksperter på folkerett, geopolitikk og væpnede konflikter. Cecilie er en fremstående norsk jurist og samfunnsviter, med studier fra både Universitetet i Bergen, Midtøsten, Russland og Frankrike, og har også Norges første doktorgrad i internasjonal humanitærrett fra UiO i 2014. Kapitler:00:01 - Introduksjon06:25 - Irans unike cyberkapasiteter07:35 - Atomkapabiliteter og internasjonale reaksjoner12:08 - Geopolitisk maktbalanse i Midtøsten19:45 - USA's strategiske posisjon og mulige utfall25:03 - Russland og Irans strategiske samarbeid33:22 - Potensielle konsekvenser av Irans atomvåpenprogram42:50 - Avsluttende tanker og fremtidige scenarier***► NY BOK UTE NÅ: Frykt og Stillhet - jødiske stemmer i Norge etter 7. oktober. Bestill her:  https://bok.norli.no/frykt-og-stillhet► STØTT ARBEIDET PÅ VIPPSOm du ønsker å støtte arbeidet med denne podcasten, kan du bidra med et stort eller lite beløp, etter eget ønske. All støtte settes pris på, og du bidrar til arbeidet med å lage flere episoder. Bruk Vippsnummer: #823278►  ⁠BLI ⁠⁠⁠⁠MEDLEM⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Fremover vil de som er støttemedlemmer få tilgang til episodene først. Da støtter du podcasten med det samme som prisen av en kaffe hver måned. Setter stor pris på om du blir støttemedlem. Tusen takk.► Annonsere på Henrik Beckheim Podcast?Send en mail til post@henrikbeckheim.no ► MERCH: Kjøp klær, kopper, capser og mer: https://henrikbeckheim.com/store► Linker:⁠⁠Youtube⁠⁠ | ⁠⁠Nettside⁠⁠ | ⁠⁠TikTok⁠⁠ | ⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠ | Podimo | ⁠⁠Facebook⁠⁠ | ⁠⁠Apple

Velkommen tilbake til terapirommet, der vi starter med lytterfeedback, interne stikk og (selvfølgelig) litt ekteskapsstatistikk. Vi minner også om liveshow-runden (Trondheim, Bergen, Kristiansand, Oslo, Moss).Så blir det hytteterapi: Bodil har fått løpetid, og Niklas tar opp en gjenganger som får blodtrykket opp – Benjamin blir mistenkelig passiv når det kommer gjester, mens Niklas ender som vert, kokk og oppgave-slave.Til slutt svarer vi en lytter som gruer seg til narkose, med betrygging, egne erfaringer og et par tips du neppe får av tannlegen.

I denne episoden tar Henrik Beckheim og Ole Asbjørn Ness for seg en rekke aktuelle og kontroversielle temaer. De diskuterer suksessen fra deres nylige show i Bergen og planene for et nytt show i Oslo på Røverstaden den 16. april: Billetter herSamtalen beveger seg over til komplekse geopolitiske spørsmål, inkludert militær avskrekking overfor Iran, risikoen ved regimeendring i landet, og USAs rolle som verdenspoliti. De tar også et dypdykk i Israel-Palestina-konflikten, med fokus på historiske perspektiver og dagens utfordringer.Vi snakker også om Hilde Henriksen Waages påstander om Norges rolle i Oslo-prosessen, samt hennes kreative historiefortolkning. Henrik og Ness diskuterer også hvordan podcasting kan være en plattform for å utfordre etablerte narrativer og fremme en mer nyansert debatt.Videre snakker vi også om Epstein-filene, Jagland, Kongehuset, og hvordan det nå er journalisters rolle å holde presset oppe på denne korrumperte eliten i samfunnet. Kapitler:0:00 - Suksess i Bergen og nytt show i Oslo1:44 - Geopolitikk og amerikansk militær avskrekking3:27 - Risikoen ved regimeendring i Iran6:41 - USA som verdenspoliti10:27 - Israel og Midtøsten-konflikten14:04 - Hilde Henriksen Waage og Oslo-prosessen20:04 - Jødisk innvandring og rettigheter27:02 - Palestinske ledere og konflikt33:01 - Podcastens rolle i debatt40:38 - Moralsk kompass i media41:29 - Epstein-filer og monarkiet49:08 - Avslutning og kommende show***► NY BOK UTE NÅ: Frykt og Stillhet - jødiske stemmer i Norge etter 7. oktober. Bestill her:  https://bok.norli.no/frykt-og-stillhet► STØTT ARBEIDET PÅ VIPPSOm du ønsker å støtte arbeidet med denne podcasten, kan du bidra med et stort eller lite beløp, etter eget ønske. All støtte settes pris på, og du bidrar til arbeidet med å lage flere episoder. Bruk Vippsnummer: #823278►  ⁠BLI ⁠⁠⁠⁠MEDLEM⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Fremover vil de som er støttemedlemmer få tilgang til episodene først. Da støtter du podcasten med det samme som prisen av en kaffe hver måned. Setter stor pris på om du blir støttemedlem. Tusen takk.► Annonsere på Henrik Beckheim Podcast?Send en mail til post@henrikbeckheim.no ► MERCH: Kjøp klær, kopper, capser og mer: https://henrikbeckheim.com/store► Linker:⁠⁠Youtube⁠⁠ | ⁠⁠Nettside⁠⁠ | ⁠⁠TikTok⁠⁠ | ⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠ | Podimo | ⁠⁠Facebook⁠⁠ | ⁠⁠Apple

I dagens episode har vi med oss Philip Fjeld fra Bergen, men er i dag bostatt i England. Hvorfor flyttet han dit? Må skattereglene i Norge endres? Biogass VS. biodiesel, hva er egentlig best? Mer om dette og mye mer i dagens episode. Enjoy!Takk for at du lytter til Impressions Podcast! Har du forslag til gjester vi kan invitere? Send oss en melding på sosiale medier:Instagram: instagram.com/impressionspodTikTok: tiktok.com/@impressionspod Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Der Schwingerkönig Stucki Chrigu trifft bei Olivia Röllin in Zürich auf die Unternehmerin Magdalena Martullo-Blocher. Christian Stucki (41) oder Stucki Chrigu, wie er sich selbst nennt, ist einer der erfolgreichsten Schwinger der Gegenwart: Schwingerkönig 2019, Gewinner von zahlreichen Kranzfesten sowie des Kilchberger- und des Unspunnen-Schwingets – der seltene «Schwinger-Grand-Slam». Hätte man ihm mit 18 gesagt, dass er einmal eine Familie mit Schwingen ernähren würde, hätte er geantwortet: «Hesch en Flick weg?» – trotzdem ist es genau so gekommen. 2023 beendete der gelernte Forstwart nach über 30 Jahren im Sägemehl seine aktive Karriere, auch aufgrund von körperlichen Beschwerden. Heute teilt er sich mit seiner Frau die Familien- und Erwerbsarbeit, arbeitet mit verschiedenen Werbepartnern zusammen und ist für einen Sackmesserhersteller tätig – am liebsten aber kocht oder fischt er. ___________________________________________ Magdalena Martullo-Blocher (56) ist Unternehmerin, Nationalrätin der SVP für den Kanton Graubünden und Chefin der international tätigen EMS-Chemie-Gruppe. Sie gehört zu den reichsten Schweizerinnen, behauptet von sich aber, sie habe gar keine Zeit, Geld auszugeben, und wohnt bis heute im ehemaligen Elternhaus am Zürichsee. Aufgewachsen am See und verwurzelt in Graubünden, pendelt sie seit über zwanzig Jahren zwischen Familienleben, globalem Management und Bundeshaus. Dabei wollte sie ursprünglich Schriftstellerin werden. Entspannung findet sie in den Bergen, in der Natur oder auf Reisen in andere Kulturen, etwa nach China. Legendär ist sie für ihre pointierten Sprüche, die man sich in den sozialen Medien tausendfach angeschaut hat. ________________________________________ Magdalena Martullo-Blocher und Christian Stucki sind zu Gast bei Olivia Röllin am Sonntag, 22. Februar in der Livestage im SRF Studio Zürich. Türöffnung ist um 9 Uhr. Bitten seien Sie bis 9.30 Uhr vor Ort. ___________________________________________ Moderation: Olivia Röllin Das ist «Persönlich»: Jede Woche reden Menschen über ihr Leben, sprechen über ihre Wünsche, Interessen, Ansichten und Meinungen. «Persönlich» ist kein heisser Stuhl und auch keine Informationssendung, sondern ein Gespräch zur Person und über ihr Leben. Die Gäste werden eingeladen, da sie aufgrund ihrer Lebenserfahrungen etwas zu sagen haben, das über den Tag hinaus Gültigkeit hat.

Respekt ist kein Soft Skill, sondern der härteste Hebel in Restrukturierungen.Matthias Mittelsten Scheid ist Berater für „Respectful Restructuring“. Im Gespräch mit Johannes Füß erklärt er, warum gute HR-Arbeit nicht in Checklisten, sondern in Haltung beginnt und warum echte Veränderung nur gelingt, wenn Kommunikation auf den Punkt ist.Geprägt durch internationale Erfahrungen und intensive Start-up-Jahre bringt Matthias eine klare Perspektive mit: HR darf sich nicht hinter Idealen verstecken, sondern muss wirtschaftliche Entscheidungen menschlich begleiten, und zwar für alle Beteiligten. Statt auf populäre LinkedIn-Themen zu setzen, plädiert er für Businessnähe, Klarheit und Empathie.Dabei geht es nicht nur um Personalabbau, sondern um die Rolle von HR als moralischer Kompass in unsicheren Zeiten. Matthias spricht offen über naive Vertrauensbilder, toxische Leadership-Kulturen, den Unterschied zwischen Authentizität und Wirksamkeit und darüber, warum er sich selbstständig gemacht hat, um nicht mehr bei 50 % Menschlichkeit stehenbleiben zu müssen.In dieser Episode erfährst du:1) Weshalb Vertrauen in Krisen oft bröckelt und was HR daraus lernen muss.2) Weshalb es in Restrukturierungen nicht nur um die geht, die gehen.3) Warum Authentizität nur wirkt, wenn sie in die Sprache des Gegenübers übersetzt wird.4) Wie sich fehlender Pragmatismus rächt und warum HR Businessnähe braucht.5) Warum Post-Restructuring-Maßnahmen für die Zukunftssicherung unerlässlich sind.___________Matthias Mittelsten Scheid freut sich über den Austausch rund um respektvolle Restrukturierung, Haltung in der HR-Arbeit und die Frage, wie wir in Krisenzeiten menschlich führen können.Wenn du dich angesprochen fühlst, dann melde dich bei ihm auf LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/matthiasmittelstenscheid/?locale=en ___________Über unseren Host Johannes Füß:Johannes ist Senior Vice President von EGYM Wellpass, dem Marktführer für Corporate Health Benefits. Auch wenn er eine Schwäche für Schokolade hat, ist Johannes' Bewusstsein für Gesundheit groß: Wenn der gebürtige Münchner nicht gerade dabei ist, Unternehmen dabei zu unterstützen, ihre Teams physisch und mental gesund zu halten, verbringt er seine Zeit aktiv in den Bergen - am liebsten mit seiner Familie.Melde dich bei Johannes Füß auf LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/johannes-f%C3%BC%C3%9F/ 

Denne søndagen var det Kurt Urhaug som talte til oss ut i fra 3.Mosebok.Hebr 9,11-12 Men da Kristus kom som yppersteprest for de goder som skulle komme, gikk han gjennom det telt som er større og mer fullkomment, som ikke er gjort med hender - det vil si: som ikke er av denne skapning. 12 Ikke med blod av bukker og kalver, men med sitt eget blod gikk han inn i helligdommen én gang for alle, og fant en evig forløsning.Temaet for dette året i ImF Straume er: Veien gjennom Bibelen.ImF Straume holder til i Straume Forum, Idrettsvegen 10, på Sotra utenfor Bergen. Du kan bli bedre kjent med oss ved å besøke oss eller lese mer på nettsidene, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠imfstraume.no⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. Velkommen.

Fluent Fiction - Norwegian: Collaboration in the Cold: Elias's Science Showdown Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/no/episode/2026-02-21-23-34-02-no Story Transcript:No: Vinteren hadde lagt seg over Bergen.En: Winter had settled over Bergen.No: Fjordene var iskalde, og svake solstråler prøvde å bryte gjennom de grå skyene.En: The fjords were icy cold, and faint sun rays tried to break through the gray clouds.No: På skolen var Elias spent.En: At school, Elias was excited.No: I dag var dagen for den store naturvitenskapelige konkurransen.En: Today was the day for the big science competition.No: Elias hadde jobbet hardt med prosjektet sitt om marine økosystemer.En: Elias had worked hard on his project about marine ecosystems.No: Han visste at havet skjulte mange hemmeligheter, og Elias ønsket å avdekke noen av dem.En: He knew that the ocean hid many secrets, and Elias wanted to uncover some of them.No: Ingrid var også klar.En: Ingrid was ready too.No: Hun var Elias sin klassekamerat og en skarp konkurrent.En: She was Elias's classmate and a sharp competitor.No: Alltid best i klassen, alltid forberedt.En: Always top of the class, always prepared.No: Sindre, deres felles venn, var mer opptatt av det nyeste videospillet enn av skolekonkurransen, men han støttet begge.En: Sindre, their mutual friend, was more interested in the latest video game than the school competition, but he supported them both.No: Gymnastikksalen var fylt med elever, lærere og store plakater med vitenskapelige diagrammer.En: The gymnasium was filled with students, teachers, and large posters with scientific diagrams.No: Elias følte sommerfuglene i magen.En: Elias felt butterflies in his stomach.No: Han kikket bort på Ingrid, som også hadde valgt å presentere et prosjekt om havet.En: He glanced over at Ingrid, who had also chosen to present a project about the sea.No: Det var uventet.En: It was unexpected.No: Nå følte han seg nervøs.En: Now he felt nervous.No: Sindre så på ham og sa, "Det går bra, Elias.En: Sindre looked at him and said, "You've got this, Elias.No: Du har dette i deg.En: You have it in you."No: " Elias smilte svakt og visste at han måtte ta en beslutning.En: Elias smiled faintly and knew he had to make a decision.No: Skulle han forsøke å samarbeide med Ingrid, eller presentere det han allerede hadde forberedt, uten å vite hvor likt det var hennes?En: Should he try to collaborate with Ingrid, or present what he had already prepared, without knowing how similar it was to hers?No: Da det var Elias sin tur, reiste han seg sakte.En: When it was Elias's turn, he stood up slowly.No: Han gikk opp på scenen og begynte presentasjonen sin.En: He walked up to the stage and began his presentation.No: Stemmen skalv litt, men han samlet mot.En: His voice shook a little, but he gathered courage.No: Da han lyttet til seg selv, innså han at han kunne inkludere noen av Ingrids poeng.En: As he listened to himself, he realized he could include some of Ingrid's points.No: Hun hadde nevnt noe interessant om hvordan klimaendringer påvirker fiskebestandene.En: She had mentioned something interesting about how climate change affects fish populations.No: Han bestemte seg for å inkludere denne informasjonen i sin presentasjon.En: He decided to include this information in his presentation.No: "Og dette," sa Elias, "er noe Ingrid tok opp tidligere.En: "And this," said Elias, "is something Ingrid brought up earlier.No: Jeg synes det var veldig interessant og viktig å dele.En: I thought it was very interesting and important to share."No: "Plutselig følte han seg tryggere.En: Suddenly, he felt more confident.No: Publikum lyttet nøye.En: The audience listened intently.No: Lærerens ansikt lyste opp i anerkjennelse.En: The teacher's face lit up with recognition.No: Da Elias var ferdig, fikk han applaus fra både klassekamerater og lærere.En: When Elias finished, he received applause from both classmates and teachers.No: Ingrid kom bort til ham etterpå og sa, "Bra jobba, Elias.En: Ingrid came over to him afterward and said, "Well done, Elias.No: Jeg likte virkelig hvordan du brukte informasjonen min.En: I really liked how you used my information."No: ""Vi burde samarbeide oftere," svarte Elias med et smil.En: "We should collaborate more often," replied Elias with a smile.No: Han hadde lært at deling av kunnskap gjorde opplevelsen rikere.En: He had learned that sharing knowledge enriched the experience.No: Sindre klappet Elias på skulderen.En: Sindre patted Elias on the shoulder.No: "Kanskje jeg må legge fra meg spillkontrollen og bli med neste gang," spøkte han.En: "Maybe I need to put down the game controller and join next time," he joked.No: Denne vinterdagen i Bergen forandret Elias.En: This winter day in Bergen changed Elias.No: Fra nå av ville han alltid huske verdien av å lytte og samarbeide.En: From now on, he would always remember the value of listening and collaborating.No: Havbrisen blåste forsiktig utenfor, og Elias kjente seg klar for nye utfordringer.En: The sea breeze blew gently outside, and Elias felt ready for new challenges. Vocabulary Words:settled: lagt segfjords: fjordermarine: marineecosystems: økosystemeruncover: avdekkeclassmate: klassekameratcompetitor: konkurrentapplause: applauscollaborate: samarbeideclouds: skyerrecognition: anerkjennelseenthused: spentimminent: snartgymnasium: gymnastikksalenbutterflies: sommerfuglergathered: samletcourage: motpopulation: bestandconfident: tryggerediagrams: diagrammerposter: plakaterintently: nøyesharp: skarpmutual: fellesunexpected: uventetdecision: beslutningstage: sceneincluded: inkluderteimpact: påvirkerchallenge: utfordringer

Fluent Fiction - Norwegian: Traces of Heritage: A Journey Through Folklore in Bergen Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/no/episode/2026-02-21-08-38-20-no Story Transcript:No: Erik trakk dyp inn pusten da han gikk langs Bryggen i Bergen.En: Erik took a deep breath as he walked along the Bryggen in Bergen.No: Vinteren la et kaldt, stille slør over den historiske bryggen, og de gamle, fargerike trebygningene så ut som fra et eventyr.En: The winter laid a cold, quiet veil over the historic wharf, and the old, colorful wooden buildings looked like something from a fairy tale.No: Det var en fredelig dag uten inntrufne ferier, men et levende marked samlet folk for kjøp og salg av tradisjonelle håndverk.En: It was a peaceful day without any holidays, but a vibrant market gathered people for the buying and selling of traditional crafts.No: Erik var en skolelærer fra Oslo, og han følte ofte et savn etter sin norske arv.En: Erik was a schoolteacher from Oslo, and he often felt a longing for his Norwegian heritage.No: Han hadde reist til Bergen for en liten pause etter en travel skoleperiode.En: He had traveled to Bergen for a small break after a busy school period.No: Nå var han på jakt etter noe spesielt – et håndlaget objekt som kunne knytte ham til røttene sine.En: Now he was on the hunt for something special—a handmade object that could connect him to his roots.No: Stallene ved Bryggen var mange, og det føltes først overveldende for Erik.En: The stalls at Bryggen were numerous, and at first, it felt overwhelming for Erik.No: Hver bod hadde noe unikt å vise frem.En: Each booth had something unique to showcase.No: Her var det smykker av sølv og malte fjøsnisser som minnet om barndommens jul.En: There were silver jewelry and painted barn gnomes reminiscent of a childhood Christmas.No: Erik kjente et press; han hadde ikke mye tid i Bergen, men ville finne noe meningsfullt.En: Erik felt a pressure; he didn't have much time in Bergen, but he wanted to find something meaningful.No: Plutselig fikk han øye på en bod fylt med trefigurer.En: Suddenly, he caught sight of a booth filled with wooden figures.No: Der sto Signe, en kvinne med vennlige øyne og dyktige hender.En: There stood Signe, a woman with friendly eyes and skilled hands.No: Hun smilte varmt da han nærmet seg.En: She smiled warmly as he approached.No: "Hei," sa Erik forsiktig.En: "Hello," Erik said cautiously.No: "Kan du fortelle meg om disse figurene?"En: "Can you tell me about these figures?"No: Signe nikket og pekte på en av figurene.En: Signe nodded and pointed to one of the figures.No: "Dette er en troll," begynte hun.En: "This is a troll," she began.No: "I norsk folketro lever trollene dypt i skogen og fjellene."En: "In Norwegian folklore, trolls live deep in the forests and mountains."No: Hun fortalte ham om de gamle legendene og historiene som hadde blitt videreført gjennom generasjoner.En: She told him about the old legends and stories that had been passed down through generations.No: Mens hun snakket, følte Erik en uventet varme.En: As she spoke, Erik felt an unexpected warmth.No: Historiene hennes vakte til liv et glemt bånd til fortiden.En: Her stories brought to life a forgotten bond with the past.No: Det var som om han så en del av seg selv i disse fortellingene, en del han hadde mistet i byens moderne mas.En: It was as if he saw a part of himself in these tales, a part he had lost in the city's modern hustle.No: Erik sto stille en stund, fordypet i tankene.En: Erik stood still for a while, deep in thought.No: Han innså at det ikke var selve objektet han trengte, men forbindelsen historien gav ham.En: He realized it wasn't the object itself he needed, but the connection the story gave him.No: Det var dette øyeblikket, samtalen og opplevelsen, som skapte en bro til fortiden.En: It was this moment, the conversation, and the experience that created a bridge to the past.No: "Jeg vil gjerne kjøpe denne trollen," sa Erik, og plukket opp en liten utskåret figur.En: "I would like to buy this troll," Erik said, picking up a small carved figure.No: Det var en enkel ting, men han forsto nå dens virkelige verdi.En: It was a simple thing, but he now understood its true value.No: Signe pakket den forsiktig inn.En: Signe wrapped it up carefully.No: "Trollene vil holde deg trygg," sa hun med et lurt glimt i øyet.En: "The trolls will keep you safe," she said with a mischievous glint in her eye.No: Erik lo, takket henne for både trollet og historiene.En: Erik laughed, thanking her for both the troll and the stories.No: På vei bort fra Bryggen følte Erik en ny trygghet i sin norske arv.En: As he walked away from Bryggen, Erik felt a new security in his Norwegian heritage.No: Han innså at røttene hans ikke trengte å knyttes til konkrete gjenstander, men kunne finnes i menneskene han møtte og historiene han videreførte.En: He realized that his roots didn't need to be tied to tangible objects but could be found in the people he met and the stories he passed on.No: Erik hadde funnet det han søkte – ikke bare i trefiguren han bar, men i forbindelsen, fortellingene og i sin nyvunne følelse av tilhørighet til det som en gang var.En: Erik had found what he was searching for—not just in the wooden figure he carried, but in the connection, the stories, and in his newfound sense of belonging to what once was. Vocabulary Words:breathe: pustenwharf: bryggencrafts: håndverkheritage: arvoverwhelming: overveldendebooth: bodgnomes: fjøsnisserpressure: pressmeaningful: meningsfulltfigures: figurertroll: trollfolklore: folketrolegends: legendenegenerations: generasjonerunexpected: uventetwarmth: varmeforgotten: glemtbond: båndhustle: masbridge: brocarved: utskåretmischievous: lurtsecurity: trygghetroots: røttenebelonging: tilhørighetpause: pausehunt: jaktskilled: dyktigeconversation: samtalenobject: gjenstander

Flymarkedet er i kraftig endring. Og norske flyplasser med Oslo lufthavn i spissen kommer ikke godt ut av det, ifølge en ny rapport. Hva er det Norge holder på å miste, og hva kan gjøres? Med Avinors konsernsjef Abraham Foss. Programleder Sindre Heyerdahl og produsent Erik Holm-Nyvold. Ansvarlig redaktør Lars Håkon Grønning. Hør E24-podden der du hører podkast. Analyser, nyheter og innsikt i business og næringsliv. E24-podden ble i mai 2025 kåret til årets aktualitetspodkast under Medieprisene i Bergen. Denne episoden ble første gang publisert januar 2026.

Fluent Fiction - Norwegian: From Storm to Symphony: Sofie's Unyielding Light Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/no/episode/2026-02-18-23-34-01-no Story Transcript:No: Snøen la seg stille over Bergen som et mykt teppe, mens vinden begynte å øke i styrke.En: The snow settled quietly over Bergen like a soft blanket, while the wind began to increase in strength.No: Sofie sto ved vinduet i den lille leiligheten hun delte med Eirik.En: Sofie stood by the window in the small apartment she shared with Eirik.No: Himmelen var tung og grå, men Sabrina så bare lysene i sinnet sitt, klare og fargerike.En: The sky was heavy and gray, but Sabrina only saw the lights in her mind, clear and colorful.No: Hun hadde jobbet i måneder med lysinstallasjonen sin.En: She had worked for months on her light installation.No: "Lyset i mørket" skulle være en del av Bergens Lysfest, og hun så fram til å se det lyse opp torget.En: "The Light in the Dark" was to be part of Bergen's Lysfest, and she looked forward to seeing it light up the square.No: "Eirik, jeg må få dette til," sa Sofie bestemt.En: "Eirik, I have to make this happen," said Sofie determinedly.No: Eirik, sittende ved det lille kjøkkenbordet med en kopp varm te, nikket forståelsesfullt.En: Eirik, sitting at the small kitchen table with a cup of hot tea, nodded understandingly.No: Han visste hvor viktig dette var for henne.En: He knew how important this was to her.No: "Jeg vet, men vær forsiktig.En: "I know, but be careful.No: Stormen kan bli verre enn vi tror," svarte han, mens han rev seg i skjegget, en vane han hadde når han bekymret seg.En: The storm can be worse than we think," he replied, pulling at his beard, a habit he had when he was worried.No: Utover dagen økte uværet.En: Throughout the day, the weather worsened.No: Vinden ulte gjennom gatene, og snøen danset vilt i luften.En: The wind howled through the streets, and the snow danced wildly in the air.No: Bergen virket stille, som om byen selv hadde holdt pusten i påvente av stormen.En: Bergen seemed quiet, as if the city itself was holding its breath in anticipation of the storm.No: Sofies telefon ringte.En: Sofie's phone rang.No: Det var arrangørene av Lysfesten.En: It was the organizers of the Lysfest.No: "Sofie, vi må avlyse de utendørs delene av festivalen.En: "Sofie, we have to cancel the outdoor parts of the festival.No: Det er for farlig," sa stemmen i den andre enden.En: It's too dangerous," said the voice on the other end.No: Sofies hjerte sank, men hun nektet å gi opp.En: Sofie's heart sank, but she refused to give up.No: "Er det ingen steder innendørs vi kan bruke?En: "Is there nowhere indoors we can use?No: Jeg kan hjelpe til.En: I can help.No: Vær så snill, la meg prøve!En: Please, let me try!"No: " tryglet hun.En: she pleaded.No: Etter en kort, intens diskusjon, ble det bestemt at hennes installasjon kunne settes opp under en liten, buet klosterbue i sentrum.En: After a short, intense discussion, it was decided that her installation could be set up under a small, arched cloister in the center.No: Sofie pakket sammen all nødvendig utstyr, og Eirik hjalp henne med å bære det til stedet, snøen virvlet rundt dem som iverksatte snøstorm.En: Sofie packed up all the necessary equipment, and Eirik helped her carry it to the location, snow swirling around them like an onset storm.No: Til tross for kulden, var Sofies lidenskap nesten håndgripelig.En: Despite the cold, Sofie's passion was almost tangible.No: Med stor besluttsomhet begynte hun arbeidet, fingrene kalde, men hjertet varmt.En: With great determination, she began her work, fingers cold but heart warm.No: Langsomt, som om byen selv ville dem velkommen, samlet en liten skare mennesker seg i skjul av buen, trukket av glødet fra installasjonen.En: Slowly, as if the city itself welcomed them, a small crowd of people gathered under the arch, drawn by the glow of the installation.No: Lysene blomstret som nordlyset over en vinterhimmel i skumringen, en fargesymfoni som varmet sjelene til de som hadde trosset stormen for å beundre hennes kunst.En: The lights bloomed like the northern lights over a winter sky at dusk, a symphony of colors that warmed the souls of those who had braved the storm to admire her art.No: Blant publikum stod en kjent kunstkurator.En: Among the audience stood a well-known art curator.No: Han var imponert, både over Sofies kreasjon og hennes sterke vilje.En: He was impressed, both by Sofie's creation and her strong will.No: Da stormen etter hvert avtok, vendte de to hjem, Sofie med et smil om munnen, og Eirik mer optimistisk enn før.En: As the storm eventually subsided, the two returned home, Sofie with a smile on her face, and Eirik more optimistic than before.No: "Vi gjorde det!En: "We did it!"No: " utbrøt han, og lo.En: he exclaimed, laughing.No: Sofie nikket, takknemlig for hans støtte og for hennes besluttsomhet som hadde brakt dem suksess.En: Sofie nodded, grateful for his support and for her determination that had brought them success.No: Fra denne dagen visste de begge at med litt tro og tilpasning kan de møte selv de tøffeste stormene sammen.En: From that day, they both knew that with a little faith and adaptation, they could face even the toughest storms together. Vocabulary Words:settled: la segblanket: teppeincrease: økeapartment: leilighetenforward: framdeterminedly: bestemtstrength: styrkeunderstandingly: forståelsesfulltrefused: nektetpleaded: trygletdiscussion: diskusjonnecessary: nødvendigequipment: utstyrswirling: virvlettangible: håndgripeligdetermination: besluttsomhetbloomed: blomstretnorthern lights: nordlysetdusk: skumringensymphony: symfoniimpressed: imponertcreation: kreasjonstrong will: sterke viljesubsided: avtokcurator: kuratoroptimistic: optimistiskgrateful: takknemligfaith: troadaptation: tilpasningtoughest: tøffeste

Verden har fått helt nye trusler. Innen kunstig intelligens pågår et kappløp mellom land, selskap og ondsinnende angripere. Vinner eller taper vi?  Hva er trusselbildet fremover? Sikkerhetsdirektøren i verdens største cybersikkerhetsselskap er dagens gjest i E24-podden. Med Wendi Whitmore, Chief Security Intelligence Officer, Palo Alto Networks. Programleder Sindre Heyerdahl og produsent Erik Holm-Nyvold. Ansvarlig redaktør Lars Håkon Grønning. Hør E24-podden der du hører podkast. Analyser, nyheter og innsikt i business og næringsliv. E24-podden ble i mai 2025 kåret til årets aktualitetspodkast under Medieprisene i Bergen.

Seit Tagen gilt in den Bergen grosse Lawinengefahr, insbesondere im Wallis. Besonders vom Skifahren und Snowboarden abseits der Piste wird gewarnt, dort gibt es gemäss Statistik jeweils die meisten Lawinentoten. Warum wagen es einige trotzdem? Und wie fühlt es sich an, wenn man verschüttet wird? Ein Snowboarder, der eine Lawine überlebt hat, und ein Bergretter, der schon mehrfach Menschen aus dem Schnee gerettet hat, erzählen in dieser Folge von ihren Erfahrungen. Warum geht man trotz Lawinenwarnungen ein Risiko ein? Wann passieren die meisten Unfälle, wie kann man das Risiko minimieren, und warum fährt auch der Lawinenretter selbst, trotz grosser Lawinengefahr, abseits der Piste? ____________________ Habt Ihr Fragen oder Themen-Inputs? Schreibt uns gerne per Mail an newsplus@srf.ch oder sendet uns eine Sprachnachricht an 076 320 10 37. ____________________ In dieser Episode zu hören: - Walliser Bergretter und Bergführer Klaus Tscherrig ____________________ Team: - Moderation: Corina Heinmann - Produktion: Peter Hanselmann - Mitarbeit: Reena Thelly ____________________ Das ist «News Plus»: In einer Viertelstunde die Welt besser verstehen – ein Thema, neue Perspektiven und Antworten auf eure Fragen. Unsere Korrespondenten und Expertinnen aus der Schweiz und der Welt erklären, analysieren und erzählen, was sie bewegt. «News Plus» von SRF erscheint immer von Montag bis Freitag um 16 Uhr, rechtzeitig zum Feierabend.

På flera tusen meters djup, mellan Svalbard och Grönland, så växer det skogar av rörmask, så kallade maskskogar. Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radios app. Långt ner i de arktiska djuphaven så är det mörkt, kallt och tyst, men nere på botten så lever djur som har lärt sig att utvinna energin från bakterier – rörmaskar. De odlar bakterierna inne i sina egna kroppar och har varken mun eller anus. Rörmaskarna, som kan se väldigt olika ut – en del är korta och krulliga andra är raka och långa – bildar skogar på botten. De här skogarna, som fyller samma funktion som våra barr- och lövskogar på land – de ger livsmiljö åt massor av andra organismer. Nu vill forskarna vid Senter for Dyphavsforskning, vid Universitetet i Bergen, ta reda på hur de olika skogarna skiljer sig och vilka djur som finns där. Vi får följa med marinbiologen och djuphavsforskaren Christian Nilsson på en resa, bland annat till det så kallade Molloydjupet i Framhavet mellan Svalbard och Grönland. Christian Nilsson är doktorand vid universitetet i Bergen, Senter för dyphavsforskning, WormFEST.Reporter: Joacim Lindwalljoacim.lindwall@sr.seTekniker: Nisse Lundinnils.lundin@sr.seProducent: Lars Broströmlars.brostrom@sr.se

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Episode 277-Three-Round Burst of GOFU’s Also Available OnSearchable Podcast Transcript Gun Lawyer — Episode Transcript Page – 1 – of 11 Gun Lawyer — Episode 277 Transcript SUMMARY KEYWORDS GOFUs, New Jersey gun laws, vampire rule, sensitive places, unlawful possession, pretrial detention, federal injunction, carry permit, gun transport, Second Amendment, gun rights, legal advice, gun ownership, gun regulations, gun safety, gun culture. SPEAKERS Speaker 2, Evan Nappen, Teddy Nappen Evan Nappen 00:17 I’m Evan Nappen. Teddy Nappen 00:19 And I’m Teddy Nappen. Evan Nappen 00:21 And welcome to Gun Lawyer. So, you know our show here, one of the things that is very, very famous about our show are GOFUs. And GOFUs, as my listeners know, are Gun Owner Fuck Ups. The idea with GOFUs is these are real cases, actual things that happened. They are expensive lessons that people learn, and that you, the listener, get to learn for free. And of course, we always do the GOFU at the end of the show, whatever this week’s GOFU may be. But suddenly I’ve been pounded with GOFUs, and they’re very important. And I said, you know what? We’re going to do a three round burst here of some really important GOFUs, including what I want to begin with by telling you about this actual case. It illustrates just how insane New Jersey is and what every law-abiding gun owner could, in fact, face. Evan Nappen 01:32 Of course, I’m not using any names, but this is an actual situation that occurred. And some things, looking at the situation that the, and not just necessarily a mistake that the gun owner did, but something that hit me as extremely important for every New Jersey gun owner to make sure they do. There’s a very simple thing that is very important that could be critical between whether or not they hold you in jail or release you. We’re going to get to that from this story so you’ll learn this secret, so that you don’t end up in this GOFU situation. Spending days or weeks incarcerated for nothing, because that’s what the Gulag does, as you know. This is a case that wraps it all up into that. Evan Nappen 02:39 So, here’s this guy who comes into New Jersey, and he’s at a mall. Now, as you may know, the mall is not, in and of itself, a sensitive place, right? Those of us who have familiarized ourself, which hopefully all of you have, with these “sensitive places”. A mall is not, per se, a sensitive place. Now, there can be rules regarding malls where they say, hey, no guns in the mall. We don’t want guns, you know. And any Page – 2 – of 11 private property, whether open to the public or not, can have a prohibition privately saying we don’t want any guns here. In the same way they could say, we don’t want any dogs. We don’t want any bare feet. You know, things like that. The property owner has certain control. But if there is such a sign, if there is such a statement by a property owner, then if you come on to that property and they don’t want you on that property for a reason such as that. They can’t say, hey, we don’t allow minorities on our property. You know, they can’t. You can’t have racial discrimination in a place open to the public. But you can have other restrictions. Evan Nappen 04:07 Now, I happen to personally think that firearms should be viewed as a civil right and in the same category as discrimination, because it is a civil right. But that’s not currently how the law is. So, if a private entity prohibits gun, says no guns, then if you still go on that property and you’re specifically told to leave and don’t, then you’re what’s known as a defiant trespasser. So, what we’re talking about is trespassing, but trespassing is not a sensitive place violation. Sensitive place violations are specific gun law violations that create a certain place that becomes a prohibited area under the law to carry a gun, even if you have a permit to carry. So, this person is in the mall and apparently gets approached by mall security, who has allegedly dogs that can sniff gunpowder. Believe it or not, they’re out there. Apparently, he’s approached and they say, we think you have a gun. Please leave. And he does. No problem. He was asked to leave, and he leaves. Evan Nappen 05:30 After leaving, while in his car, driving, he gets stopped by police. More than even one because, oh, there’s a gun, right? Because, obviously, security called it in, I guess, at some point, and he was stopped. He is stopped for violating, in their minds, the sensitive place prohibition under Section 24 under Chapter 58 of the sensitive places. And what is that? What is that sensitive place that they believe he’s in violation of? Oh, New Jersey’s version of the vampire rule. The vampire rule is that you need permission before you go onto any private property. That is the issue that’s before the United States Supreme Court. The Hawaii, you know, the Woolford case in front of SCOTUS. We’re waiting for a decision. Evan Nappen 06:43 Now, Hawaii had the law just like New Jersey. The only difference is New Jersey’s vampire rule case saying that you can’t go on to private property, whether open to the public or not open to the public, you cannot go on any private property in New Jersey unless you first have permission to carry your gun there. In other words, they needed to have a sign, you know, that says we love guns. You know, basically, guns welcome. You know, guns permitted. Essentially, a sign. Or you got specific permission from the property owner before you enter the property. Hence the vampire rule. You know, as long as you don’t invite the vampire in to your place. That’s where that comes from. Evan Nappen 07:34 Well, New Jersey’s vampire rule, to impose this, you need permission first, before you can go on private property, even private property open to the public, has been found and was found unconstitutional in the Koons versus Platkin case. In Koons. And in that case, as you may recall, Judge Bump found it was unconstitutional and put an injunction on that section, saying it is unenforceable. It’s Page – 3 – of 11 unconstitutional. That any private property that is open to the public, you’re allowed to bring your gun on unless it’s otherwise a sensitive place. So, you know, if you want to go into a 7-11 with your carry gun, you can. It’s open to the public, even though it’s privately owned by 7-11. Now, if you want to go to a private residence, a private place that’s not open to the public, then you do need advanced permission for that. If you go into even your friend’s house, your friend needs to be able to say, yeah, you have permission to have your gun at my house. But not open to the public. Evan Nappen 09:00 So, the mall is open to the public. The mall is not a per se sensitive place. Yet, in this case, the basis for stopping and arresting this man or woman, I won’t even tell you what the sex is, the basis for the arrest is an alleged violation of the sensitive place section for which there is a federal injunction against enforcement. Then because somehow there’s this belief that if you are in violation of sensitive place, you’re also unlawfully carrying even though you have a carry permit, which makes absolutely no sense. There’s no logic to that. He’s charged with unlawful possession of a handgun without a carry permit, even though he has a carry permit. And, of course, with those gun charges, off to the Gulag you go. So, you are arrested, and you are put in jail. Evan Nappen 10:16 Now, the Gulag kicks in, where there’s 48 hours in which the prosecutor gets to decide whether to seek pretrial detention. It is solely within the discretion of the prosecutor. And if the prosecutor decides to seek pretrial detention, you’re going to be held for another five days before there’s a hearing when we can actually argue to get you out. And with the new law that was just signed by Murphy, they can get an additional five days to make sure that the gun is operable, to get an operability report, which is irrelevant to the charges anyway. So, by this arrest, you actually have the opportunity to be incarcerated basically for two weeks, guilty of nothing. Evan Nappen 11:08 What happened? Well, luckily, I got a call very quickly. When this person was in jail, loved ones got a hold of me. And this is on a Saturday, my friends, on a Saturday. Yeah. They do these on Saturday. They just hired me in time that I was able to get onto the court hearing 15 minutes before that first 48 hour time period, for that very first hearing where there’s no argument. The prosecutor either is going to say we’re seeking pretrial detention or not, but at least I could get on. And, lo and behold, I get on, and the prosecutor, big shock, is seeking pretrial detention, which means he’s going to be held or she is going to be held another five days or so, to have that hearing. It may be longer if they’re going to go for the operability nonsense, too. Teddy Nappen 12:11 Doesn’t Bergen County always seek pretrial detention? Evan Nappen 12:16 Well, it’s not just Bergen. And let me say this isn’t necessarily even Bergen, by the way, Teddy. But most counties have a policy of just automatically seeking pretrial detention on most gun cases. So, that’s not a big surprise. But what happens is, in this 48 hour period here, we still have the court appearance. But there’s nothing an attorney officially can do, because the prosecutor is given the sole Page – 4 – of 11 discretion. The prosecutor says, well, it’s gun charges with the Graves Act. Because, of course, the seriousness of the charge is second degree. You’re looking up to 10 years in State Prison. You’ve got a minimum mandatory three and a half years with no chance of parole. So, because of the seriousness of that offense and the Graves Act and it’s guns, we’re going to seek pretrial detention. Evan Nappen 13:13 And the court says, you know, Mr. Nappen, do you have anything that you want to add? And I say, and here’s exactly what I did them. I said, look, I understand how much discretion the prosecutor has here. Normally, we just have to wait until the hearing in order to argue. But I have to say, and I make it clear here. I say, look, my client not only had a permit to carry and why the state can’t access it, you know, they took his wallet and he can’t get to his wallet. And for whatever reason, there’s some glitch in them trying to get it out of the State Police. I don’t know why, but the very basis for his arrest was for a law for which there is an injunction, a federal injunction, that’s been upheld even by the Appeals Court. So, you have law enforcement violating a federal court injunction and charging and utilizing a statute that is enjoined from being enforced. Evan Nappen 14:19 So, in complete violation of that injunction, I make it clear that that is what is going on here with someone who has a permit, who has the lowest scores on the PSA of a one, one, that’s the lowest you can get. The PSAs are your flight risk and danger risk that they calculate into whether you’re to be released. Now they’re looking to hold them for another five to 10 days to even try to get them argued out. And at that point, the court officer actually says, well, counselor, there’s no argument here at this level. You’ll have to argue, you know, at the hearing when it gets scheduled. And I said, look, I’m not arguing anything. I said, do you know what I’m doing? I’m putting the State on notice as to the civil rights violation taking place on my client. At which time, the prosecutor says, look, we haven’t even had a chance to talk, and I said, no, we haven’t. I just got hired and got on here 15 minutes ago. Well, let’s talk. I said, okay. Evan Nappen 15:24 We had a private conference, and when we came back, I’m happy to say that the prosecutor withdrew their motion for pretrial detention. My client got out of jail that day, and now we will fight these charges. I’m extremely confident in how that fight is going to go as well. So, folks, what are the takeaways? Look at the risk you’re running. Look at the utter and complete failure of the Attorney General of New Jersey to inform law enforcement as to the changes in the law by these court actions. Why are the police charging an offense which has been enjoined? Police should know better, but I’ll tell you what else. The Attorney General should be instructing, the way they’ve done so many other times on so many other things, to all law enforcement, explaining how that sensitive place has been enjoined. And how on public property, it is not a sensitive place where you need prior permission under the vampire rule. This hasn’t been done. So, you have what is essentially a false arrest taking place. Evan Nappen 17:06 You have a system designed to incarcerate gun owners. It is outrageous, and you need to know that this what you’re up against. So, what do you need to do to protect yourself? Where’s the GOFU aspect? Well, let me tell you something that would be really important. Here’s what everybody should Page – 5 – of 11 do. Make sure your carry permit, make sure your gun licenses, are also, copies are given to your loved ones. People you can count on. Because if you get incarcerated and your wife or your parents or your brother is calling me and if they can get me copies of your carry permit or gun license that you otherwise can’t access, I can get that to the prosecutor. There doesn’t have to be a dependency for somehow getting it out of the State Police in time. Or finding it in some wallet that’s been confiscated and held in evidence in some other place, in some other room, somewhere else. That can be of great assistance, immediate assistance, in addressing your arrest and avoiding further gulaging of you. So, make sure. The takeaway is to make sure that folks that care about you, that would be the people you would go to if you had a problem, that they can provide and have access to copies of your gun licenses. That would be incredibly important. The other thing is make sure you have an attorney that you can get a hold of right away. An attorney that can come to your aid, argue, to get you out on a Saturday where time is of the essence. Those are the takeaways that are critical from this experience. Evan Nappen 19:08 Let me tell you, the GOFU has taken on a life of its own, and I’m glad about it. I have here a listener who sent a GOFU that they wanted to make our other listeners aware of, and I appreciate that. They asked that I not use a name, but here’s the GOFU letter. It says, I have a GOFU for you. It’s important for people to know to do this, so please share it on your show. This past fall, I planned a trip to Western New York to visit my family. I have a New Jersey PTC, also a PA PTC. I really like to have my gun along on trips with the highway driving. So, I asked a few guys at the shooting range what I should do with the gun when I got to New York state line. They told me to stop at a rest stop before I enter the state, put the unloaded gun in a car safe, and I should be good. That’s what I did. When I reached my destination, I told my family I had brought it, since they like guns, and they absolutely freaked out. They told me, the police would arrest me. It was illegal to bring a gun into a destination in New York. I better bring it in the house and keep it hidden. And hide it really well on the drive back. They really got me worried. So worried, in fact, I couldn’t get to sleep. So, I checked New York gun laws, and sure enough, she was correct. I was scared and felt terrible. I was incriminating my family members. Needless to say, the gun and the safe box and its cable were very hidden on the way back. I was careful not to break any speed limits. You can sum it up this way, but my takeaway is you have to do your own research before you take your gun out of state. Otherwise, you might end up in jail, and I’m very thankful that I didn’t. Evan Nappen 20:50 This is very true. State lines mean something. Now, here’s where the GOFU was. The GOFU was not following Title, 18, 926A thoroughly. That’s the federal preemption that lets you transport interstate. You have to be going from one place where you lawfully can possess and carry to another place. Your end destination has to be a place where you can lawfully possess and carry. Since New York does not recognize New Jersey’s permit or Pennsylvania’s permit, and unless you have a New York non-resident permit, that will not cover you. So, bringing your cased and unloaded gun into New York, now you’re possessing a handgun in New York, and you don’t have the protection of federal preemption. That’s the problem. Page – 6 – of 11 Evan Nappen 21:42 And it is a GOFU. This person is absolutely right. Make sure you know the laws. Make sure you clear it with counsel, so that you do not end up a GOFU. Because if that person had been stopped in New York with that handgun while in New York, they would face dire consequences. So, know the gun laws. Know the state laws. Do your research. Best bet? Well, you can always ask me, that’s one thing you want to do. Get my book, New Jersey Gun Law. I’ll shamelessly plug my book right now, because right in my book is a chapter on how to properly interstate transport, right in there on transportation of guns. What you need to know. Go to EvanNappen.com and get your copy of my book, New Jersey Gun Law. It’s the bible of New Jersey gun law. That’s the kind of stuff you need. That’s the kind of information you must have. That’s what you need to do. You cannot take these things lightly, because the consequences can be dire, and we see it. So, I appreciate this GOFU. I appreciate it being pointed out. These are real people experiencing the horrors of gun laws that are designed to ruin people’s lives and to turn law-abiding citizens into criminals. To oppress our Second Amendment rights. That’s all these laws do. You’ve got to protect yourself, folks. Learn from these tips and learn from these cases so you don’t become the next GOFU. Evan Nappen 23:16 Hey, let me tell you about our friends at WeShoot. WeShoot is an range indoor range in Lakewood, New Jersey. The range where Teddy and I both shoot. We love WeShoot. Great training. Great range facilities. Great pro shop, and a great bunch of folks. This week they’re running some great specials. They have the Chiappa Rhino 60DS, which is a futuristic revolver with its low bore access design. It’s kind of cool. It delivers, you know, reduced recoil because of that and fast follow up shots. They’ve got a Mossberg Gold Reserve Sporting shotgun. It’s an over and under, built for clay and field. It has engraving, premium walnut, and it’s competition ready. It’s a beautiful gun. Check out the Mossberg Gold Reserve Sporting. They also have a Springfield Prodigy Comp gun, comp gun. A modern double-stack 1911-style performer. It has an integrated compensator, and it’s optics ready. It has serious speed for duty or competition. Check out that Springfield. And you can also check out Sarah Sablom. She is on the hunt for a perfect carry gun. You can check out one of these WeShoot girls there. Go to weshootusa.com for their great website with amazing photography. They’re running great deals. They look forward to helping you and making you part of the WeShoot family. Go to weshootusa.com. Evan Nappen 25:05 Let me also mention our friends at The Association of New Jersey Rifle & Pistol Clubs, who just recently, through my friend and colleague, Dan Schmutter, argued in the Coons case at the Appellate level. And we’re looking good. I’m cautiously optimistic. And that’s your Association at work in the courts, fighting the Carry Killer bill. They’re also fighting the assault firearm ban and the large capacity magazine ban. You need to be a member. Go to anjrpc.org. Make sure you belong to your state Association. They are the gun rights defenders for New Jersey. You’ll get a great emails of what’s going on. You’ll get the alerts. You’ll know that you’re part of the solution and helping to fight the gun rights oppressors in New Jersey. Go to anjrpc.org and join today. Teddy, what do you have for us today in Press Checks? Page – 7 – of 11 Teddy Nappen 26:08 Well, as you know, Press Checks are always free, and this is something I want people to understand. We cannot take our foot off the gas when it comes to fighting the good fight for our rights. Because, look, we have had a lot of great victories when it comes to Second Amendment, to the conservative movement, and to getting the word out there, thanks to Alternative tech. But the Left are slowly trying to crawl back their power. What do I mean by that? Well, our friends at Bearing Arms did an article. Cam Edwards says, NBC decided to give a platform to the anti-gun activists. (https://bearingarms.com/camedwards/2026/02/10/nbcs-today-show-gives-anti-2a-activist-platform-for-propaganda-n1231508) Oh, gee, what a shocker! Teddy Nappen 26:59 It was Nicole Hockley out of the Sandy Hook Promise. You know, another one of Bloomberg’s groups who called in to demonetize online influencers in the 2A space. You know, someone like you and I, Dad. You know, people like a Brandon Herrera or Grantham, Mr. Gunzing. You know, any individual who is a pro-gun influencer they want to demonetize. That’s their call to action. I love the framework that she abuses in this. Sandy Hook and the group called Untargeting Kids, a call for platform transparency, putting parents back in charge of firearm safety. You know, whenever I hear the Democrats try to say, we need to stand on parents rights, it’s always comes down to oh, when it comes to firearm safety. But, you know, when it is hardcore pornography being offered to children, oh, that’s fine. Or, you know, a drag queen story hour. Oh, that’s fine. But oh no, when it comes to firearms, we need to give it back to the parents. So, they were trying to, yeah, they were trying to run this experiment, testing YouTube accounts mimicking a nine to 14 year old. Evan Nappen 28:21 Wait. Are you telling me that the Left are hypocrites? Teddy Nappen 28:26 Oh, well, as the saying goes. Evan Nappen 28:28 I don’t know about that. Teddy Nappen 28:30 As the saying goes, they only have double standards, or they would not have any standards at all. Evan Nappen 28:37 Exactly. Teddy Nappen 28:39 That’s how it always is with them. Whenever you see the term parental rights, you can see in the very corner, TM. It’s their version. Not when it comes to gender ideology, not when it comes to abortion, not when it comes to any other thing, but parents rights, TM. That’s their abuse of the language. Did you ever hear the word Democracy, TM. Or Second Amendment, TM. That is their version. Not what we know to be fact and truth. It’s their version. But anyways. So, they ran this experiment, which, you Page – 8 – of 11 know, these experiments can easily be debunked just by the abuse of algorithms. But whatever. We will say, for the sake of argument, we will say this data is true. So, they ran this experiment, and then 14 year old received 1300 firearm-related video recommendations after watching video games and movies that included firearm content. So, you know, a kid watches a bunch of Let’s Plays on Call of Duty, and then all a sudden, he gets a breakdown of an unboxing of a ACOG scope or something stupid. It’s one of those where they’re trying to make this argument, this very weak argument, on saying, oh, these videos are being monetized to target advertising, targeting our children. So, if a kid is interested in firearms, what is the problem with that? Why? He gets bombarded with tons of movies on all forms of graphic violence that goes into that. Then all of a sudden, it comes up with ad on any other influencer regarding firearm breakdown, because that’s the goal. They want you to get engagement. That’s it. And then I love this one. 54% of boys from 10 to 17 report sexually charged firearm content. Now, they do not define what sexually charged firearm content is. Evan Nappen 30:40 What is sexually charged firearm content? What is that? Teddy Nappen 30:43 It’s called we made it up! Because they love to just define terms. Evan Nappen 30:52 They just threw sex with guns, and don’t define it. Teddy Nappen 30:55 Correct. It’s just, and by the way, they don’t list any of the materials that was reviewed by the bots. Evan Nappen 31:02 Wait, it sounds like ammosexuality. Teddy Nappen 31:05 I know. Yeah, it is the hopalosexual all over again. Evan Nappen 31:10 What is that? That’s really interesting. Teddy Nappen 31:12 Yeah, and they don’t list any of the video game content that was reviewed. It doesn’t list any of the movies reviewed or the TV shows. Oh, because they don’t want to show the sexually graphic material that is pushed by the Left. You know, that’s why, you know, ask them. Evan Nappen 31:28 They should list it. They should list all that so that we could carefully review it, Teddy. Teddy Nappen 31:32 Well, unfortunately. Page – 9 – of 11 Evan Nappen 31:34 All these sexual . . . Teddy Nappen 31:37 I know, right? I love, and then she goes on where they’re forming the sense of self-identity that the get, that getting, they’re getting content that is talking about firearms makes you powerful. Firearms makes you sexually attractive. Firearms are the way to solve your conflict. Firearms are used to solve very certain conflicts. You know, when defending yourself against a rapist or a pedophile. You know, in certain situations, it’s a very good solution. It’s not a magic wand, but it solves certain issues. But there’s more. They like to always equate, like, oh, why do you need a gun? Because your penis is small? Like, it’s one of the small ones. Like, it’s that. They always do that. We’re like, what does that have to do with the aspect of your rights to defend yourself? Like that is the goal that they always try to play. And then she goes off on this whole thing of, we need to demonetize this. We need to review this content and look at the algorithms of YouTube transparency on firearms. And there must be. We need to sense. It goes. This long-winded conversation is just, we need to have time to deletion for videos for unsafe handling of firearms. What’s unsafe? Oh, there’s a firearm in the video. It’s just that. It’s just we need it. That censorship is not our goal, though. Yes, it is. Evan Nappen 33:06 I’ll tell you what. Here’s where I’ll take them up on it. Before any movie or TV show where a gun is improperly handled, you know, shows produced by all these major media producers, just have a warning. Just the way they warn about profanity, and they warn about smoking. Put a warning that says “unsafe firearm use is in this movie”. Unsafe firearm use. Do you know how many times we’ll see that? Because the Left media is the largest actual demonstrator of unsafe and unlawful use of firearms. It’s not conservatives. It’s the opposite. And so, let’s see those warnings. That way people suddenly say, wow, look how many times firearms are abused, used improperly and used illegally in the movies? I mean, if you can warn about smoking, you should be able to warn about that. Just put it. Don’t, don’t, don’t suppress it. Don’t try to have prior restraint or ban it, the showing of any of these movies. Just put the warning up front, and let people see just what’s being promoted by Hollyweird. Teddy Nappen 34:33 Well, and also, Hollyweird promotes all the sexual deviancies, where they push it on children. Where you have, you know, children have access to now hardcore pornography all across the internet, thanks to YouTube. Thanks to social media. Like, the level of it’s so disingenuous. Making this argument that we need to protect our children. Except when it comes to the LGBTQAI+ in schools, when it comes to all the other things that they want to sexually groom children. But, oh, firearm content, that’s the issue. When you get down to it, this is what they want. They want the 2019, they want the Biden Administration censorship. Where, right here, out of the House Judiciary Committee where the chairman approves and shows, oh, Google was pressured by the Biden administration to censor Americans. (https://www.pbs.org/newshour/politics/zuckerberg-says-the-white-house-pressured-facebook-to-censor-some-covid-19-content-during-the-pandemic) Page – 10 – of 11 Evan Nappen 35:30 That’s right. This is a really good point. They went after our First Amendment rights, just like the Second Amendment, and we lived through a period of Government censorship attempts that, when you look back, it was, it’s absolutely disgusting, what they pulled and what they were able to accomplish, even in achieving it, Teddy. It’s just insane. You would never think that could happen in America, because originally, the Left was for free speech. The Free Speech Movement was the Left, and now that’s no longer the case. They want the opposite. They don’t want free speech. Oh, hell no. But it used to be part of what true liberals, not today’s progressive, totalitarian liberals want, so-called. No, the classic liberal was absolute free speech, true, and they’ve abandoned that. They’ve abandoned it. Teddy Nappen 36:41 Well, it comes back to the idea of what the Left always does. They have no moral framework. The idea of, oh, what feels good? What is the cultural shift? What is the shifting ideology currently? Where you now have these massive purity tests on the Left, and that’s why they’re in a shooting war against each other as to who controls the party. But to even highlight this fact, Mark Zuckerberg said and admitted to the White House, yeah, I was pressured by the White House to censor people during Covid, over Covid 19 content. Doctors admitting all the false information that was out there. Bring that up. Completely censored off of Facebook, off of YouTube, all these platforms. X. You remember, you remember the Twitter files. Musk is releasing them weekly, showing the insidious combination of Government and censorship on the public square. This is what the Left wants. They are so upset that they have lost their ministry of truth. You remember that push? Evan Nappen 37:51 And they want to, right, and they want to use the same techniques to oppress the Second Amendment. It’s all part of the game plan. Teddy Nappen 38:02 Yeah. Evan Nappen 38:03 Well, Teddy, I appreciate you pointing this out, and I’m sure our listeners do as well. Let me tell you, we had a three round burst for GOFUs, and we only got two of the rounds out. Let me end here with the GOFU number three. And again, we saw this in action. These are actual cases, actual realities. I had a fellow client give me a call and say, hey, they were in court and they didn’t have counsel. Their guns were taken in an allegation of a so-called domestic violence, in which everything got dismissed. But there was an outstanding criminal charge that’s unfounded and going to the court. The so-called victim does not want to proceed. Does not want to proceed. So, what does the prosecutor do? The prosecutor tells this person, look, we’re going to downgrade this to a noise ordinance. Okay? So, it’s no longer in the category of domestic violence. If it stayed in that DV category, it makes you the equivalent of a convicted felon under federal law, and you’re banned from guns. The prosecutor said this way, with it as a noise ordinance, you’re fine. You’ll be perfectly fine. This will not affect your gun rights. Page – 11 – of 11 Evan Nappen 39:52 Now, this is a person who doesn’t have a lawyer. Who’s listening to the prosecutor, who is telling them they can plead this down to an ordinance. When the State’s key witness does not want to proceed and knows that the allegations that were made were not true and knows that it needs to be dropped. So, normally, the thing is, dismiss it straight out, because the complainant, the complaining witness, is not going to be real good for your case here. Okay? We all kind of see that, and it needs to go. But instead, the prosecutor is trying to convince this person to take this ordinance and pay a fine, get an ordinance hit, and saying that it won’t affect their gun rights. Evan Nappen 41:02 Here’s the deal, folks. It does affect your gun rights. You see, when a prosecutor says it doesn’t affect gun rights, that prosecutor is not representing you. They’re representing the State. They’re representing the Government. And if you don’t have counsel to explain to you the actual ramifications and you try to believe this, you know, however well intentioned it may have been, they failed to mention here that, yeah, it’s not a per se disqualifier, meaning, like being a convicted felon or having a conviction for domestic violence, sure, where you’re just out of the box. You’re done. But the reality in New Jersey is that if you plead to even this dopey ordinance for noise, you now have a conviction for an ordinance that started out as a domestic violence charge. Then when you try to apply to get a new pistol purchase permit or renew your carry permit or do a change of address on your Firearm’s ID Card, they go, oh, public health, safety, and welfare. That’s what they’re going to use to deny your application. Public health, safety, and welfare. Based on character, temperament. You know, I call that disqualifier the all-inclusive miscellaneous weasel clause, because that’s where the abuse of discretion comes in. And if you were to fall for this, oh, plead to the ordinance, it won’t affect your gun rights. Wait and see. Because now that comes up on your record and it links to the original charges, those police reports and all. And you ended up taking a plea, which has this appearance that you were guilty of something, and that’s why you pled. It sure as hell can affect your gun rights. So, friends, the takeaway is this. The GOFU is when you’re dealing on any criminal charge, make sure you have counsel that understands the gun laws and don’t try to rely on what a prosecutor may be telling you about how your rights will or won’t be affected. Evan Nappen 43:20 This is Evan Nappen and Teddy Nappen reminding you that gun laws don’t protect honest citizens from criminals. They protect criminals from honest citizens. Speaker 2 43:30 Gun Lawyer is a CounterThink Media production. The music used in this broadcast was managed by Cosmo Music, New York, New York. Reach us by emailing Evan@gun.lawyer. The information and opinions in this broadcast do not constitute legal advice. Consult a licensed attorney in your state. Downloadable PDF TranscriptGun Lawyer S5 E277_Transcript About The HostEvan Nappen, Esq.Known as “America's Gun Lawyer,” Evan Nappen is above all a tireless defender of justice. Author of eight bestselling books and countless articles on firearms, knives, and weapons history and the law, a certified Firearms Instructor, and avid weapons collector and historian with a vast collection that spans almost five decades — it's no wonder he's become the trusted, go-to expert for local, industry and national media outlets. 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"No: "Astrid, jeg vet at dette ikke er ditt favorittprosjekt, men vi trenger din klokskap," sa han, litt anspent.En: Astrid, I know this isn't your favorite project, but we need your wisdom," he said, a bit tense.No: Astrid hevet et bryn.En: Astrid raised an eyebrow.No: "Hva kan jeg gjøre?En: "What can I do?"No: " spurte hun kort.En: she asked shortly.No: "Jeg vil at teamet skal føle seg hørt.En: "I want the team to feel heard.No: Kan du hjelpe oss å koordinere?En: Can you help us coordinate?"No: " Astrid nikket sakte, og et svakt smil spredte seg i ansiktet.En: Astrid nodded slowly, and a faint smile spread across her face.No: Kanskje freden hun søkte, kunne finnes i å hjelpe andre.En: Perhaps the peace she sought could be found in helping others.No: Dagen for presentasjonen kom.En: The day of the presentation came.No: Eirik startet foran en imponerende samling av ledere.En: Eirik started in front of an impressive gathering of leaders.No: Men så – katastrofe!En: But then – disaster!No: Teknologien sviktet midt under hans viktigste demonstrasjon.En: The technology failed in the middle of his most important demonstration.No: Panikken truet med å ta over.En: Panic threatened to take over.No: Men Sigrid trådte inn.En: But Sigrid stepped in.No: Med sin list ba hun alle om å fokusere på deres historiefortelling, bærende budskap.En: With her cleverness, she asked everyone to focus on their storytelling, the core message.No: Til sist, ble det Sigrids uventede innspill og Astrids solide støtte som reddet dagen.En: In the end, it was Sigrid's unexpected input and Astrid's solid support that saved the day.No: Publikum elsket deres kreative tilnærming.En: The audience loved their creative approach.No: Da presentasjonen var over, mottok Eirik et nikk fra sjefen sin, et hint om en fremtidig mulighet.En: When the presentation was over, Eirik received a nod from his boss, hinting at a future opportunity.No: Eirik innså at suksess ikke bare kom fra personlig ambisjon.En: Eirik realized that success didn't just come from personal ambition.No: Det kom også fra å lytte, stole på andre, og bygge noe sammen.En: It also came from listening, trusting others, and building something together.No: Han så på Sigrid og Astrid med nytt lys, takknemlig for deres støtte.En: He looked at Sigrid and Astrid in a new light, grateful for their support.No: Som snøen fortsatte å falle utenfor, visste Eirik nå klart at han ikke ville runde toppen alene.En: As the snow continued to fall outside, Eirik knew clearly now that he wouldn't reach the top alone.No: Med et hjerte fullt av håp, gikk de tre videre, sammen på reisen mot framtiden.En: With a heart full of hope, the three of them moved forward together on the journey toward the future. 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Tyskland bruker tredje mest i verden på forsvar. Snart blir Norges største handelspartner Europas største militærmakt, og nå kobler Norge seg på. I München denne helgen har vi inngått en av tidenes største forsvarsavtaler. Bergen spiller førstefiolin. Med forsvarsminister Tore O. Sandvik. Programleder Sindre Heyerdahl og produsent Erik Holm-Nyvold. Ansvarlig redaktør Lars Håkon Grønning. Hør E24-podden der du hører podkast. Analyser, nyheter og innsikt i business og næringsliv. E24-podden ble i mai 2025 kåret til årets aktualitetspodkast under Medieprisene i Bergen.

In dieser Folge rekonstruieren wir eine verbotene Liebesgeschichte, die über Buenos Aires nach Kufstein führt. Es geht um Migration im 20. Jahrhundert, um den Traum vom neuen Leben in Amerika. Um einen gigantischen Betrug. Und eine Liebe, die nicht erlaubt war. Eigentlich ist Lucia Heisterkamp (Spiegel) die Deutsche bei Inside Austria. Dabei muss man ihren Stammbaum nur wenige Generationen zurückverfolgen, um auf österreichische Wurzeln zu stoßen. Ihr Tiroler Urgroßvater wanderte in den 1920er Jahren von Kufstein nach Südamerika aus. Aber für ihre Großmutter sollte die "Perle Tirols" noch einmal eine besondere Rolle spielen. Sie heiratete dort am 14. Februar 1959 in einer kleinen Kapelle in den Bergen. Wie es dazu kam, hört ihr in dieser Episode. Und wir sprechen darüber, warum Anfang des 20. Jahrhunderts zehntausende Österreicher nach Südamerika auswanderten. Die Sonderserie »Social Therapy – was braucht die Liebe von uns?« von SPIEGEL-Podcast Smarter Leben findet ihr hier. Und hier geht's zur Podcastfolge über Giséle Pelicot. Im Podcast »Inside Austria« rekonstruieren der SPIEGEL und der österreichische STANDARD gemeinsam Fälle, Skandale und politische Abgründe in Österreich. Wenn euch unser Podcast gefällt, folgt uns doch und lasst uns ein paar Sterne da. Kritik, Feedback oder Themenideen gerne an insideaustria@spiegel.de oder an podcast@derstandard.at Den Inside Austria Newsletter findet ihr hier.+++ Alle Infos zu unseren Werbepartnern finden Sie hier. Die SPIEGEL-Gruppe ist nicht für den Inhalt dieser Seite verantwortlich. +++ Den SPIEGEL-WhatsApp-Kanal finden Sie hier. Alle SPIEGEL Podcasts finden Sie hier. Mehr Hintergründe zum Thema erhalten Sie mit SPIEGEL+. Entdecken Sie die digitale Welt des SPIEGEL, unter spiegel.de/abonnieren finden Sie das passende Angebot. Informationen zu unserer Datenschutzerklärung.

Eigentlich ist Lucia Heisterkamp (Spiegel) die "Deitsche" bei Inside Austria. Dabei muss man ihren Stammbaum nur wenige Generationen zurückverfolgen, um auf österreichische Wurzeln zu stoßen. Gut, ihr Tiroler Urgroßvater ist schon in den 1920er Jahren von Kufstein nach Lateinamerika ausgewandert – aber für ihre Großmutter sollte die "Perle Tirols" noch einmal eine ganz besondere Rolle spielen. Als sie dort nämlich als junge Frau gegen den Willen ihrer Familie ihre verbotene Liebe heiratete. In dieser Folge erzählen wir die Geschichte einer Ehe, die gegen antisemitische Ressentiments geschlossen wurde, und zwar in einer kleinen Kapelle im Inntal, ausgerechnet am 14. Februar 1959, am Valentinstag. Doch wir gehen noch weiter zurück. Wir wollen verstehen, warum zigtausende Österreicher Anfang des 20. Jahrhunderts ihr Glück in Südamerika suchten. Was ihre Geschichten darüber erzählen, wie stark sich unser Blick auf Migration verändert hat, und wie Lucia Heisterkamp nun doch wieder ihre österreichischen Wurzeln in Ehren hält.

In this episode, we speak with Assistant Professor of Environmental Humanities at the University of Copenhagen, Katy Overstreet. Katy is coordinator for the Landscapes, Senses, and Ecological Research Cluster as well as a core-member of the Centre for Sustainable Futures – both located at the University of Copenhagen. Katy's core fields of research include multispecies ethnography, environmental anthropology, feminist STS, and agrarian political economy, and she has written on themes such as farm animal welfare, foodways, bioindustrialisation, technoscience, trans-species sensory worlds, and care. Her main ethnographic fieldsites include the midwestern dairy worlds of the United States, and various sites in Denmark including pig farms, an insect farm, and a former brown coal mine. Across these sites, Katy has worked with a lot of different co-species social formations and technoscientifically modulated ways of living and dying in agriculture, and in today's episode, she will speak to some of these, focusing on the relations between microbes, cows, and humans in raw milk consumption, production, and politics. The basis for our conversation is a talk that Katy gave on the day before we recorded the podcast as part of the BSAS seminar series. Her talk was titled ‘Digestive belonging: a microbial ethnography of raw milk in America's Dairyland'. In the podcast, Katy unravels the notion of ‘digestive belonging' in this ethnographic context, connecting it to farmlife, microbes, social landscapes, pasteurization politics, and rural nostalgia among other things. We further discuss different modes of care in animal farming practices, the cultivation of trans-species sensing, and the idea of ‘positive animal welfare'. The podcast was recorded in October 2025 when Katy was in Bergen to give a presentation as part of the Bergen Social Anthropology Seminar series. Resources: Katy Overstreet's research profile Articles mentioned, authored by Katy: Digestive Belonging: A Microbial Ethnography of Raw Milk in America's Dairyland (2026) Be the boar: sex, sows, and courtship on a Danish pig farm (2022) How to Taste Like a Cow: Cultivating Shared Sense in Wisconsin Dairy Worlds (2021) EU funded Cost Action project LIFT aimed at ‘Lifting farm animal lives' that Katy participates in: here Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/new-books-network

Der Roadtrip durch eines der spannendsten Reiseländer diese Tage geht weiter. Wir entdecken Jahrtausende alte Bergdörfer inmitten von Palmenwäldern, schlürfen Säfte aus Melonen, Hibiskus und Mangos genau da, wo sie wachsen. Wir bekommen Backpacker-Vibes in abenteuerlichen, charmanten Unterkünften. Wir starren in das größte Felsloch, dass wir neben dem Grand Canyon je gesehen haben. Und wirren wie im Rausch über einen der wundervollstem, echtesten und faszinierenden Märkte, die wir in unserem Reiseleben jemals erleben durften. Nizwa, Misfat al berrnr, Jemal Shems??? , etc. Steigt ein in unseren Roadtrip durch die arabische Halbinsel in einem bemerkenswert offene Land, fernab der Touristenströme. Tolle Begegnungen, neue Eindrücke und das perfekte Winter-Escape.—Diese Folge entstand mit freundlicher Unterstützung von erlebe: Reisen - einfach näher dran. https://www.erlebe.de/Unsere Werbepartner findet ihr hier.Kommt zu einer unserer LIVE-Shows:24.2.2026 Hamburg26.2.2026 München11.4.2026 Mannheim (SWR Podcastfestival)Tickets gibt es HIER.Mehr Reisen Reisen gibt es hier.Noch mehr Reisen Reisen gibt es in unserem Newsletter-Magazin.–Die Oman-Tipps aus dem Podcast:UNTERKÜNFTE:Hotel Royal Tulip Muscat: Modernes Stadthotel als entspannter Start in Muscat. @royaltulipmuscatAuthentic Hanging Terraces (Jabal Akhdar): Spektakuläre Terrassen-Unterkunft in den Bergen. @authentichangingterracesSama Al Khutaim – Heritage Homes: Traditionelle Bergunterkunft nahe Jabal Shams. @samaalkhutaimMisfah Old House: Gästehaus im historischen Bergdorf Misfah Al Abreyeen. @misfaholdhouseBustan Inn (Nizwa): Einfaches, authentisches Gästehaus nahe der Altstadt.Mysk Al Mouj Hotel: Modernes Hotel im neuen Viertel Al Mouj bei Muscat. @myskhotelsSTÄDTE, DÖRFER & KULTUR:Sultan-Qaboos-Moschee (Muscat): Zentrales religiöses Wahrzeichen Omans. @sultanqaboosgrandmosqueMutrah Souq: Traditioneller Markt am Hafen von Muscat. @mutrahsouqAl Alam Palace: Zeremonieller Palast des Sultans in der Altstadt.Nizwa Fort & Souq: Historisches Zentrum Omans mit Markt und Festung. @nizwafortNATUR & ABENTEUER:Jabal Akhdar: Hochplateau mit Dörfern, Terrassenfeldern und Ausblicken. @discoverjabalakhdarJabal Shams: Höchster Berg Omans, bekannt als „Grand Canyon des Oman“. @jabalshams_omanBalcony Walk (Jabal Shams): Panoramawanderung entlang der Schlucht.Misfah Al Abreyeen: Traditionelles Bergdorf RESTAURANTS & FOOD (Muscat):Bait Luban: Klassische omanische Küche nahe Mutrah Souq. @baitloubnan (häufig so geführt, Schreibweise variiert)Lahab Restaurant: Modern interpretierte omanische Küche in Muscat. @lahabrestaurantBukhara House: Afghanisch-pakistanische Küche, bodenständig und intensiv. @bukharahouseTurkish House Restaurant: Fisch, Mezze und sehr gutes Hummus. @turkishhouseomanSweet Sensation Bakery (Muscat): Lokale Bäckerei für süße Snacks und Alltagsgebäck. @sweetsensationoman Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Meer oder Berge? Diese ewige Frage diskutieren wir in dieser Folge. Es geht um Sehnsucht, Heimatgefühl, die Unendlichkeit und die Lust, sich immer wieder neu überraschen zu lassen. Obendrauf nennen wir euch unsere Traumunterkünfte an genau diesen Orten (u. a. Irland, Borkum, Bretagne). Wir nehmen euch mit ins Saarland zur Saarschleife und: Wir skizzieren unsere Traum-Route durch Westkanada - von Vancouver Island bis nach Jasper und Banff. Dann wären da noch der Superbowl, ein Fotokurs für Reisende und: diese kleinen Rituale, die jede und jeder hat, wenn es losgeht auf den nächsten großen Trip: ein letzter Blick auf den Reisepass, ein Ginger Ale im Flieger und plötzlich ist sie da: diese Vorfreude, dieses Gefühl von Aufbruch. Kommt mit auf eine kleine Reise im Kopf. In eine Folge, die zeigt, wie nah das Wochenende und die weite Welt manchmal beieinanderliegen.–Unseren neuen Podcast-Feed “UNTER FREUNDEN” findet ihr überall, wo es Podcasts gibt.Unsere Werbepartner findet ihr hier.Kommt zu einer unserer LIVE-Shows:24.2.2026 Hamburg26.2.2026 München11.4.2026 Mannheim (SWR Podcastfestival)Tickets gibt es HIER.Foto-Credit: Thomas Rabsch (Instagram)Mehr Reisen Reisen gibt es hier.Noch mehr Reisen Reisen gibt es in unserem Newsletter-Magazin.–SaarschleifeEine der eindrucksvollsten Flussschleifen Deutschlands, eingebettet in bewaldete Höhenzüge. Besonders schön auf den Traumschleifen-Wanderwegen mit weiten Blicken über die Saar.https://www.instagram.com/urlaub.saarland/Schloss SaareckHistorisches Schloss mit parkähnlicher Anlage nahe der Saarschleife. Klassische Eleganz und viel Ruhe für ein stilvolles Wanderwochenende.https://www.instagram.com/schlosssaareck/SaarschleifenlodgeModerne Lodges mitten im Grünen, klare Architektur, viel Holz und Naturgefühl. Komfort und Rückzug direkt am Wandergebiet.https://www.instagram.com/saarschleifenlodge/Boathouse GuesthouseCharmantes Gästehaus direkt an der Küste von Achill Island mit weitem Atlantikblick und entspannter Atmosphäre.https://www.instagram.com/boathouseachill/BakkeiModernes Boutiquehotel auf Borkum mit klarer Gestaltung und viel Nordsee-Licht. Perfekt für eine kurze Auszeit am Meer.https://www.instagram.com/bakkei_borkum/Les 46Kleines Gästehaus in der Bretagne nahe Benodet, stilvoll und ruhig gelegen - ideal für Tage am Atlantik.https://www.instagram.com/les46benodet/Vancouver IslandWild und weit mit Pazifikküste, Regenwäldern und Tierbeobachtungen - perfekter Start für eine Westkanada-Reise.https://www.instagram.com/supernaturalbcJasper National ParkTeil der Rocky Mountains mit Gletschern, Seen und weiten Landschaften. Einer der spektakulärsten Nationalparks Kanadas.https://www.instagram.com/jaspernationalpark/Banff National ParkBerühmt für türkisfarbene Seen und dramatische Bergkulissen - ein Klassiker in den kanadischen Rockies.https://www.instagram.com/banffofficial/Okanagan ValleyWarme Region mit Seen, Weinbergen und fast mediterranem Flair - ein entspannter Kontrast zu den Bergen.https://www.instagram.com/okanaganvalley/ Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In this episode, we speak with Assistant Professor of Environmental Humanities at the University of Copenhagen, Katy Overstreet. Katy is coordinator for the Landscapes, Senses, and Ecological Research Cluster as well as a core-member of the Centre for Sustainable Futures – both located at the University of Copenhagen. Katy's core fields of research include multispecies ethnography, environmental anthropology, feminist STS, and agrarian political economy, and she has written on themes such as farm animal welfare, foodways, bioindustrialisation, technoscience, trans-species sensory worlds, and care. Her main ethnographic fieldsites include the midwestern dairy worlds of the United States, and various sites in Denmark including pig farms, an insect farm, and a former brown coal mine. Across these sites, Katy has worked with a lot of different co-species social formations and technoscientifically modulated ways of living and dying in agriculture, and in today's episode, she will speak to some of these, focusing on the relations between microbes, cows, and humans in raw milk consumption, production, and politics. The basis for our conversation is a talk that Katy gave on the day before we recorded the podcast as part of the BSAS seminar series. Her talk was titled ‘Digestive belonging: a microbial ethnography of raw milk in America's Dairyland'. In the podcast, Katy unravels the notion of ‘digestive belonging' in this ethnographic context, connecting it to farmlife, microbes, social landscapes, pasteurization politics, and rural nostalgia among other things. We further discuss different modes of care in animal farming practices, the cultivation of trans-species sensing, and the idea of ‘positive animal welfare'. The podcast was recorded in October 2025 when Katy was in Bergen to give a presentation as part of the Bergen Social Anthropology Seminar series. Resources: Katy Overstreet's research profile Articles mentioned, authored by Katy: Digestive Belonging: A Microbial Ethnography of Raw Milk in America's Dairyland (2026) Be the boar: sex, sows, and courtship on a Danish pig farm (2022) How to Taste Like a Cow: Cultivating Shared Sense in Wisconsin Dairy Worlds (2021) EU funded Cost Action project LIFT aimed at ‘Lifting farm animal lives' that Katy participates in: here Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/food

In this episode, we speak with Assistant Professor of Environmental Humanities at the University of Copenhagen, Katy Overstreet. Katy is coordinator for the Landscapes, Senses, and Ecological Research Cluster as well as a core-member of the Centre for Sustainable Futures – both located at the University of Copenhagen. Katy's core fields of research include multispecies ethnography, environmental anthropology, feminist STS, and agrarian political economy, and she has written on themes such as farm animal welfare, foodways, bioindustrialisation, technoscience, trans-species sensory worlds, and care. Her main ethnographic fieldsites include the midwestern dairy worlds of the United States, and various sites in Denmark including pig farms, an insect farm, and a former brown coal mine. Across these sites, Katy has worked with a lot of different co-species social formations and technoscientifically modulated ways of living and dying in agriculture, and in today's episode, she will speak to some of these, focusing on the relations between microbes, cows, and humans in raw milk consumption, production, and politics. The basis for our conversation is a talk that Katy gave on the day before we recorded the podcast as part of the BSAS seminar series. Her talk was titled ‘Digestive belonging: a microbial ethnography of raw milk in America's Dairyland'. In the podcast, Katy unravels the notion of ‘digestive belonging' in this ethnographic context, connecting it to farmlife, microbes, social landscapes, pasteurization politics, and rural nostalgia among other things. We further discuss different modes of care in animal farming practices, the cultivation of trans-species sensing, and the idea of ‘positive animal welfare'. The podcast was recorded in October 2025 when Katy was in Bergen to give a presentation as part of the Bergen Social Anthropology Seminar series. Resources: Katy Overstreet's research profile Articles mentioned, authored by Katy: Digestive Belonging: A Microbial Ethnography of Raw Milk in America's Dairyland (2026) Be the boar: sex, sows, and courtship on a Danish pig farm (2022) How to Taste Like a Cow: Cultivating Shared Sense in Wisconsin Dairy Worlds (2021) EU funded Cost Action project LIFT aimed at ‘Lifting farm animal lives' that Katy participates in: here Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/american-studies

Vi lever alle på Donald Trumps klode. Hva “The Donald” finner på i sine siste 1072 dager som president, vil prege verdens gang. Hvilke elleville og ødeleggende sprell kan vi vente oss? Og kan det skje ting som faktisk gjør at Trump ikke lenger er klodens suverene hersker? Med Robin Skog, medgründer av Prosper AI og Martin Hagh Høgseth, nyhetssjef i E24. Programleder Sindre Heyerdahl og produsent Erik Holm-Nyvold. Ansvarlig redaktør Lars Håkon Grønning. Hør E24-podden der du hører podkast. Analyser, nyheter og innsikt i business og næringsliv. E24-podden ble i mai 2025 kåret til årets aktualitetspodkast under Medieprisene i Bergen.

Skandinavian Folklore and Feast Days.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.Syv Slags Kaker. (or, Seven Sorts of  Cookies)December 22nd – Evening, Five Days LaterJorunn said, “Well, Gunnar, we are back at our starting point, and this concludes the tour. We got off to a rough start on the first day, but since then, I have enjoyed spending time with you. After my mom got divorced, I stopped dating. Sure, I went out in mixed groups with my friends, but I cannot remember the last time I went somewhere, by myself, with a man. The divorce made me lose all confidence and trust in men. Why enter a relationship, and give my heart to a man, knowing it is going to fail? My father hurt my mother and me so badly, that neither of us have recovered. You were so wonderful to me this week, and showed me that not all men are like my father.”Jorunn looked at me with pleading eyes, “I don’t want this tour to end. I don’t want you to leave. Can you please stay in Oslo at least a few more days?”Jorunn didn’t want me to go. And I didn’t want to leave her either. I replied, “Jorunn, I cannot think of anyone or any place I would rather be than here in Oslo, with you.”Jorunn said, “It’s still early enough that we may be able to find seating without a reservation. I know a great place for seafood.”“Lead on,” I replied.Jorunn and I discussed the now-completed tour while enjoying a delicious dinner at a small kafé. I offered suggestions for the tour, but otherwise let her know I enjoyed seeing Norway, and I told her what a wonderful guide she was. After returning to America, I promised to recommend her tours to everyone I knew.As I looked over the dessert menu, I asked Jorunn, “I’m willing to stay a few more days. Are there any other Norwegian Christmas traditions or activities worth doing over the next few days?”“If you put down that dessert menu, there is one called Syv Slags Kaker. I baked seven kinds of cookies to celebrate Jul. If you come to my house, we can have coffee and you can sample all seven kinds.”“That sounds great,” I replied. Jorunn was inviting me to her home. She was beautiful and funny, and I admit I developed fantasies about her as I watched her vlog videos back in the nursing home. Heck, I even created new fantasies over the last week. She was much warmer toward me at the end of the tour. In Tromsø, we shared a blanket as we rode in a sleigh pulled by an actual reindeer. But after the Nutcracker ballet, I held back and did not cross any lines. Could a 56-year-old man and a 25-year-old woman have a sexual relationship? I managed to keep up with Jorunn all week and didn’t see any reason not to. I reached below the table to carefully re-position myself before standing up.We made our way to the Train Station and rode to Jorunn’s neighborhood. As we walked to her house, I noticed many homes with a lighted star in one of the windows.“What are those stars,” I asked.“They are a tradition in Norway. A star is lit on the first Sunday of Advent to help guide the Three Wise Men.”We stopped in front of a modest house. There was no star in the window, but I saw sheaves of oats hung from one of the trees. I was familiar with the tradition of putting out something for the birds in the frigid days of December. As we stepped inside, I was suddenly surprised. “Hi, Mom! I would like you to meet Gunnar Larsen.”“Good evening, Mr. Larsen. Jorunn has been sending me text messages all week about your exciting travels. I hope you enjoyed your tour. My name is Leah.”This was not what I expected. I hoped to be alone with Jorunn. The family resemblance was striking and quite apparent. Leah’s straight hair was a bit shorter than Jorunn’s but matched her daughter’s pure blonde color. Her blue eyes stood out from her attractive face. She was wearing a multi-colored Norwegian Dale sweater and green trousers. I possessed absolutely no experience telling how old Norwegian women are. She must be in her forties but looked younger.I said, “I enjoyed Jorunn’s tour very much. Your daughter is quite talented in many ways. Please, call me Gunnar.”Jorunn said, “Gunnar was asking about other Jul traditions and activities here in Norway over Christmas. I thought Syv Slags Kaker would be a good one, and your cookies are the best ones in Oslo. I’ll make us some coffee.”Leah looked at me, “Please sit Gunnar. How much longer will you be staying in Norway?”I replied, “About two more weeks. I wanted to celebrate the New Year here before returning to America.”I talked about the completed tour, and she seemed interested enough that I rambled on.“I really enjoyed visiting Lillehammer. It brought back memories of watching the 1994 Winter Olympics, probably my favorite one. The music was fantastic, and the woman who sang the Olympic Hymn at the opening ceremony possessed such a wonderful voice.”Leah replied, “Her name is Sissel Kyrkjebø. She is still extremely popular today, and we consider her a national treasure. I was 18 at the time, and worked at those Olympics.”“I’d love to hear more about that,” I replied. “It was nice to see many of the venues still being used. I also enjoyed the Olympic Museum in Maihaugen, which told the history of the 1994 Olympics. I was surprised to learn that Norway has won more Olympic medals than any other country. But the highlight for me was riding the chairlift to the top of the Lysgårdsbakkene ski jump. The views were amazing. I can’t imagine anyone being brave enough to make such a jump.”“I agree with you on that!” laughed Leah.I continued, “We also flew to Tromsø, and I got to see the Northern Lights. We can sometimes see them in southern Minnesota, but they were much more impressive here with the clear Norwegian air. Jorunn and I took a ride in a sleigh, pulled by actual reindeer. Reindeer are much larger than I thought. We visited a Sami farm, where we ate reindeer stew and learned about the Sami culture.”“I’ve never been, but I hear it’s really fun,” replied Leah.“Bærums Verk was also a highlight. You may already know that the town dates to the 1600s. I loved the old buildings and cobbled streets. Although the Christmas Market was small, I found it unique, with artisans selling handmade crafts. It was nice to see the old crafts like glassblowing, ironwork, and woodworking.”Jorunn returned with a large tray, holding coffee and cookies, and we began sampling.Leah asked, “Did you take Gunnar to Pepperkakebyen in Bergen? It’s a marvelous gingerbread village in my hometown. There are over 200 small gingerbread houses, and with the tiny lights turned on, it looks so real.”Jorunn replied, “A week goes by quickly, mamma. There is only so much time. The gingerbread houses are very nice, and I have fond memories of going there with you.”As we continued talking and munching cookies, I looked around at the decorations. There was an advent calendar, wreaths, angels, gnomes called nisse, hearts, stars, and candles. The decorations looked more natural, perhaps a bit less commercialized than in America. There was a real tree, complete with its wonderful pine smell, a star at the top, garland, tinsel, ornaments, and white lights.I looked at Leah, “I noticed that you don’t have a Christmas star in the window as many of the other houses do.”Leah replied, “I found my former husband in bed with another woman. I immediately divorced him. Among the many things he took from Jorunn and I, was our Christmas Star.”Leah sounded deeply hurt and from more than just the missing star. After tasting the last of the seven cookies, Leah asked how I liked them. “The waffle-like Krumkaker was probably my favorite. We tried making them in Minnesota, but yours turned out so much better. And, of course, the Pepperkaker gingerbread stars were great.” I held up another cookie and said, “I don’t know the name of this one, but it was also excellent.”Leah replied, “That one is Serinakaker, a Norwegian butter cookie.”I realized the inevitable, “It is getting late. Thank you both, Leah and Jorunn, for a wonderful evening. I need to get back to my hotel and figure out what to do over the next few days.”I saw Jorunn look at her mother, who nodded. As I stood up, Leah did too. “Nonsense, Gunnar. I won’t have it. Come, spend Christmas with Jorunn and me! Nearly everything in Oslo shuts down in the afternoon on Christmas Eve and stays closed until the 27th. No restaurants or shops will be open. I have an unused bedroom upstairs. Come celebrate Jul with us.”I caught the signal between mother and daughter and wondered if this was pre-planned. But spending Christmas alone in my hotel sounded almost as bad as spending it alone in the nursing home. It was an easy decision. “I accept.”Leah said, “Good. I’ll stop by your hotel tomorrow and help you move your things. Perhaps we can have lunch as well at one of the restaurants along Karl Johans gate.”“It would be my pleasure, ” I replied. “Let’s say, about 11:00 AM”Little Christmas EveDecember 23rd - MorningIt was December 23rd, known in Norway as Lille Julaften. Spending Christmas with Leah and Jorunn created a problem for me. I needed to find at least one Christmas present for each, just in case they bought a gift for me. I got up early and headed out to search. Reflecting on last night, and indeed, the last week, it ended up being far simpler than I feared. I soon found a gift for each, along with reusable cloth gift bags in Christmas colors.I heard a knock on my hotel door and opened it. Leah stood there, holding a coat over her arm. She was wearing a traditional Norwegian folk costume called a bunad. Her blonde hair, simply styled, was highlighted by two attractive braids.I smiled and said, “What a pleasant surprise. You look like you just stepped out of a fairy tale.”She looked past me into the messy room, then took a step toward me and surprised me with a kiss on my cheek. She stepped back and started laughing. “It didn’t work. I am a fairy tale princess, but you are still a frog! It looks like we have some work to do cleaning up your lily pad.”As Leah entered the room, I said, “I already packed a small bag, enough for a few days.”Leah walked over to the pile of clothes from my week-long trip. She picked up a shirt and sniffed it. Then she pulled a wool sweater out from the pile. “Keep your wool sweaters away from the rest of your dirty clothes. Wool is harder to clean and may pick up the smell. Let me see what else you packed.”Leah dumped out my small gym bag onto the bed and then began tossing things aside. “This won’t do. We need to take all of your clothes back to my house and wash them.”Fond memories returned. Whenever we went on a trip, Solveig would always dump out my suitcase and re-load it with other clothes. Solvieg would also pick out clothes for me to wear whenever we dressed to go out to weddings or a party.Leah said, “Don’t expect me to wash them for you. I have other things to do to get ready for Christmas. You’ll have enough free time you can wash them yourself. We will gather everything up after we come back from lunch.”What a woman! I can see where Jorunn inherited her strong personality. We left my hotel, and Leah took me to one of her favorite kafés. As we walked, Leah’s bunad drew eyes, and attracted smiles, as if she were a magnet. As we waited for our food, I asked Leah about her bunad.Leah replied, “I don’t get to wear my bunad very often. I usually wear it for National Day in May, and for weddings and baptisms, but I haven’t been to many of those lately. Christmas is also an acceptable time to wear it.”Leah wore the traditional white blouse with a silver neckpin. Her vest was bright red with a handmade breastplate. Her navy skirt was trimmed with intricate embroidery, and covered in front by a white apron. Around her waist and running down the front was a decorative handwoven belt.“I grew up east of Bergen, in the Hardanger region, so my bunad is in the Hardanger style. While details may vary, you can tell where someone is from by which style of bunad they are wearing. It would not be proper to choose a bunad from a different region simply because you prefer a different color.”“That’s a lovely silver brooch you have on. It looks very old.”“It was my grandmother’s. Norwegians have a spiritual connection to silver, and silver brooches are handed down for many generations. One day, it will be Jorunn’s.”The food was excellent. I have not eaten a bad meal here in Norway. Leah was a great conversationalist, and she freely shared her humor and wit. Her stories from the 1994 Olympics were fascinating, and even though Jorunn and I were just there, I wanted to go back. I learned Leah worked as a radiology technician at a local hospital here in Oslo and took the entire holiday off. The meal finished too quickly, and we returned to my hotel.As we gathered my assorted clothing, I saw one of my socks on the floor, so I walked around Leah to pick it up. Turning quickly, I found myself face-to-face with her. We stared at each other for a moment, then moved at the same time. Our lips came together, and we kissed. Not a gentle kiss, but a passionate one, long and deep. Intentions were clear on both sides.We separated. Leah said, “I have not had sex since divorcing my husband nearly three years ago. That bastard took away more than my Christmas Star, he took away my trust in men. I am forty-seven years old. I never go out on dates, because I’m afraid to open my heart again to another man. Jorunn texted me every night for the past week and would send short videos she took during the day. She kept repeating how much fun she was having with you, and how nice a man you are. I know it sounds funny, but after watching and reading what Jorunn sent me, I feel like I already know you, and have made it past the first date. I know you lost the woman you loved. I cannot replace her in your heart, but if you are ready, I would like to share mine.”This was unexpected. “When I was in Minnesota, I watched Jorunn’s vlog almost every night. She is so sweet and funny and does such an excellent job. Even though I never met Jorunn, I felt like I knew her. To use your dating analogy, it’s one of the reasons I picked her as a tour guide. I felt comfortable with Jorunn and was too afraid to trust another tour company. When I came to Norway, I left my past behind. It is time for me to find something, or someone, to love.”Our bodies came together, and our lips re-joined. Any fears of rejection vanished as I locked my lips onto those of this beautiful Norwegian woman. Our tongues danced with each other, while our hands moved quickly over each other’s bodies.“Help me take off my bunad,” pleaded Leah.Together, we unclasped, unbuckled, unbuttoned, and untied, removing one layer at a time of the intricate bunad and laying it over a chair. It was like slowly opening the best Christmas present I have ever gotten, as more of Leah’s body slowly revealed itself to me. Her breasts were small, but firm, and went well with her slender frame. I forgot how delicate a woman’s features are, and Leah’s body was perfect in every way. Below her waist, I found a mound of pure blonde hair, barely darker than the color on her head.“I have no other words, you are truly a gorgeous woman, Leah.”“Thank you, Gunnar. Now it’s my turn to have fun.”Leah approached me. With small steps, she moved gracefully. She lifted my pullover shirt, pausing as it obscured my eyes. “Don’t take your shirt off. Just enjoy the sensations.” In the darkness, her fingers teasingly played with the hairs on my chest. A fingernail flicked back and forth over my nipple, drawing it to an erection. Moving lower, Leah unbuckled my trousers and slid them down, taking my knickers with them. I was not yet erect, but moving rapidly in that direction. Cool fingers wrapped around my cock and lifted, while a single fingernail twirled against my ball sack. Her tongue dragged across the tip of my cock. Then, Leah’s hands moved behind me to cup and squeeze my bum cheeks. Her warm breath washed over my cock.Leah stood and pulled my shirt the rest of the way off, and I stepped out of my trousers. We remained like this, both naked, looking longingly at each other. Leah reached up and touched my hair. “You have just a touch of grey. I like that. Few mature men are as blessed as you, with a firm, lean body. I see all kinds of patients. You look like a forty-year-old.”I suppose that was one benefit of eating the low-fat, low-sugar, and tasteless nursing home food. I lost nearly thirty pounds. “I am older than I look, and you should know that I had a stroke two years ago. I am doing much better, but still have a balance issue, and sometimes slur my words."Slurring your words might just be because you have a lazy tongue. Perhaps we can find a way to fix that later.”For a moment, I wondered what she meant, then hoped my notions might come true. Leah dropped to her knees directly in front of me and ran a finger along my nearly erect shaft. “It feels so nice to touch a real one again. What a lovely cock you have.”I said, “I’m sorry. I don’t have a very large penis.”Leah laughed, “Anything more than a mouthful is just wasted. Now let’s begin. I will say a Norwegian word, and you repeat it. Listen carefully to my pronunciation and maybe we can fix your American accent.”Leah said, “Penis.” Then she grabbed my cock with her right hand.This might be fun, so I replied, “Penis!”Leah whispered, “Rub.” Then she began gently sliding her hand along my shaft. Without any lubrication, there was quite a bit of friction.I replied, “Rub!”Leah said, “Lick.” Leah extended her tongue, and starting near the base, began leaving wet trails along each side of my glistening cock. The warm softness of her tongue brought me to full erection.It felt fantastic, and I gasped out, “Lick!”Leah said, “Suck.” She opened her mouth wide and took in the head of my cock, using her tongue to tease the underside. Bringing her lips together, I felt the insides of her mouth pressing inward and squeezing tightly against me. When her suction began, she pulled the head of my cock deeper into her mouth. Leah’s head pulled back ever so slightly, allowing her soft lips to glide over me until my cock was almost freed. But not quite. Using the extra room, Leah teased my opening with the tip of her tongue. From the way her tongue easily twirled around, I was certain I contributed my pre-cum.Then her suction pulled me deeper into her mouth. She look

Skandinavian Folklore and Feast Days.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.Syv Slags Kaker. (or, Seven Sorts of  Cookies)December 22nd – Evening, Five Days LaterJorunn said, “Well, Gunnar, we are back at our starting point, and this concludes the tour. We got off to a rough start on the first day, but since then, I have enjoyed spending time with you. After my mom got divorced, I stopped dating. Sure, I went out in mixed groups with my friends, but I cannot remember the last time I went somewhere, by myself, with a man. The divorce made me lose all confidence and trust in men. Why enter a relationship, and give my heart to a man, knowing it is going to fail? My father hurt my mother and me so badly, that neither of us have recovered. You were so wonderful to me this week, and showed me that not all men are like my father.”Jorunn looked at me with pleading eyes, “I don’t want this tour to end. I don’t want you to leave. Can you please stay in Oslo at least a few more days?”Jorunn didn’t want me to go. And I didn’t want to leave her either. I replied, “Jorunn, I cannot think of anyone or any place I would rather be than here in Oslo, with you.”Jorunn said, “It’s still early enough that we may be able to find seating without a reservation. I know a great place for seafood.”“Lead on,” I replied.Jorunn and I discussed the now-completed tour while enjoying a delicious dinner at a small kafé. I offered suggestions for the tour, but otherwise let her know I enjoyed seeing Norway, and I told her what a wonderful guide she was. After returning to America, I promised to recommend her tours to everyone I knew.As I looked over the dessert menu, I asked Jorunn, “I’m willing to stay a few more days. Are there any other Norwegian Christmas traditions or activities worth doing over the next few days?”“If you put down that dessert menu, there is one called Syv Slags Kaker. I baked seven kinds of cookies to celebrate Jul. If you come to my house, we can have coffee and you can sample all seven kinds.”“That sounds great,” I replied. Jorunn was inviting me to her home. She was beautiful and funny, and I admit I developed fantasies about her as I watched her vlog videos back in the nursing home. Heck, I even created new fantasies over the last week. She was much warmer toward me at the end of the tour. In Tromsø, we shared a blanket as we rode in a sleigh pulled by an actual reindeer. But after the Nutcracker ballet, I held back and did not cross any lines. Could a 56-year-old man and a 25-year-old woman have a sexual relationship? I managed to keep up with Jorunn all week and didn’t see any reason not to. I reached below the table to carefully re-position myself before standing up.We made our way to the Train Station and rode to Jorunn’s neighborhood. As we walked to her house, I noticed many homes with a lighted star in one of the windows.“What are those stars,” I asked.“They are a tradition in Norway. A star is lit on the first Sunday of Advent to help guide the Three Wise Men.”We stopped in front of a modest house. There was no star in the window, but I saw sheaves of oats hung from one of the trees. I was familiar with the tradition of putting out something for the birds in the frigid days of December. As we stepped inside, I was suddenly surprised. “Hi, Mom! I would like you to meet Gunnar Larsen.”“Good evening, Mr. Larsen. Jorunn has been sending me text messages all week about your exciting travels. I hope you enjoyed your tour. My name is Leah.”This was not what I expected. I hoped to be alone with Jorunn. The family resemblance was striking and quite apparent. Leah’s straight hair was a bit shorter than Jorunn’s but matched her daughter’s pure blonde color. Her blue eyes stood out from her attractive face. She was wearing a multi-colored Norwegian Dale sweater and green trousers. I possessed absolutely no experience telling how old Norwegian women are. She must be in her forties but looked younger.I said, “I enjoyed Jorunn’s tour very much. Your daughter is quite talented in many ways. Please, call me Gunnar.”Jorunn said, “Gunnar was asking about other Jul traditions and activities here in Norway over Christmas. I thought Syv Slags Kaker would be a good one, and your cookies are the best ones in Oslo. I’ll make us some coffee.”Leah looked at me, “Please sit Gunnar. How much longer will you be staying in Norway?”I replied, “About two more weeks. I wanted to celebrate the New Year here before returning to America.”I talked about the completed tour, and she seemed interested enough that I rambled on.“I really enjoyed visiting Lillehammer. It brought back memories of watching the 1994 Winter Olympics, probably my favorite one. The music was fantastic, and the woman who sang the Olympic Hymn at the opening ceremony possessed such a wonderful voice.”Leah replied, “Her name is Sissel Kyrkjebø. She is still extremely popular today, and we consider her a national treasure. I was 18 at the time, and worked at those Olympics.”“I’d love to hear more about that,” I replied. “It was nice to see many of the venues still being used. I also enjoyed the Olympic Museum in Maihaugen, which told the history of the 1994 Olympics. I was surprised to learn that Norway has won more Olympic medals than any other country. But the highlight for me was riding the chairlift to the top of the Lysgårdsbakkene ski jump. The views were amazing. I can’t imagine anyone being brave enough to make such a jump.”“I agree with you on that!” laughed Leah.I continued, “We also flew to Tromsø, and I got to see the Northern Lights. We can sometimes see them in southern Minnesota, but they were much more impressive here with the clear Norwegian air. Jorunn and I took a ride in a sleigh, pulled by actual reindeer. Reindeer are much larger than I thought. We visited a Sami farm, where we ate reindeer stew and learned about the Sami culture.”“I’ve never been, but I hear it’s really fun,” replied Leah.“Bærums Verk was also a highlight. You may already know that the town dates to the 1600s. I loved the old buildings and cobbled streets. Although the Christmas Market was small, I found it unique, with artisans selling handmade crafts. It was nice to see the old crafts like glassblowing, ironwork, and woodworking.”Jorunn returned with a large tray, holding coffee and cookies, and we began sampling.Leah asked, “Did you take Gunnar to Pepperkakebyen in Bergen? It’s a marvelous gingerbread village in my hometown. There are over 200 small gingerbread houses, and with the tiny lights turned on, it looks so real.”Jorunn replied, “A week goes by quickly, mamma. There is only so much time. The gingerbread houses are very nice, and I have fond memories of going there with you.”As we continued talking and munching cookies, I looked around at the decorations. There was an advent calendar, wreaths, angels, gnomes called nisse, hearts, stars, and candles. The decorations looked more natural, perhaps a bit less commercialized than in America. There was a real tree, complete with its wonderful pine smell, a star at the top, garland, tinsel, ornaments, and white lights.I looked at Leah, “I noticed that you don’t have a Christmas star in the window as many of the other houses do.”Leah replied, “I found my former husband in bed with another woman. I immediately divorced him. Among the many things he took from Jorunn and I, was our Christmas Star.”Leah sounded deeply hurt and from more than just the missing star. After tasting the last of the seven cookies, Leah asked how I liked them. “The waffle-like Krumkaker was probably my favorite. We tried making them in Minnesota, but yours turned out so much better. And, of course, the Pepperkaker gingerbread stars were great.” I held up another cookie and said, “I don’t know the name of this one, but it was also excellent.”Leah replied, “That one is Serinakaker, a Norwegian butter cookie.”I realized the inevitable, “It is getting late. Thank you both, Leah and Jorunn, for a wonderful evening. I need to get back to my hotel and figure out what to do over the next few days.”I saw Jorunn look at her mother, who nodded. As I stood up, Leah did too. “Nonsense, Gunnar. I won’t have it. Come, spend Christmas with Jorunn and me! Nearly everything in Oslo shuts down in the afternoon on Christmas Eve and stays closed until the 27th. No restaurants or shops will be open. I have an unused bedroom upstairs. Come celebrate Jul with us.”I caught the signal between mother and daughter and wondered if this was pre-planned. But spending Christmas alone in my hotel sounded almost as bad as spending it alone in the nursing home. It was an easy decision. “I accept.”Leah said, “Good. I’ll stop by your hotel tomorrow and help you move your things. Perhaps we can have lunch as well at one of the restaurants along Karl Johans gate.”“It would be my pleasure, ” I replied. “Let’s say, about 11:00 AM”Little Christmas EveDecember 23rd - MorningIt was December 23rd, known in Norway as Lille Julaften. Spending Christmas with Leah and Jorunn created a problem for me. I needed to find at least one Christmas present for each, just in case they bought a gift for me. I got up early and headed out to search. Reflecting on last night, and indeed, the last week, it ended up being far simpler than I feared. I soon found a gift for each, along with reusable cloth gift bags in Christmas colors.I heard a knock on my hotel door and opened it. Leah stood there, holding a coat over her arm. She was wearing a traditional Norwegian folk costume called a bunad. Her blonde hair, simply styled, was highlighted by two attractive braids.I smiled and said, “What a pleasant surprise. You look like you just stepped out of a fairy tale.”She looked past me into the messy room, then took a step toward me and surprised me with a kiss on my cheek. She stepped back and started laughing. “It didn’t work. I am a fairy tale princess, but you are still a frog! It looks like we have some work to do cleaning up your lily pad.”As Leah entered the room, I said, “I already packed a small bag, enough for a few days.”Leah walked over to the pile of clothes from my week-long trip. She picked up a shirt and sniffed it. Then she pulled a wool sweater out from the pile. “Keep your wool sweaters away from the rest of your dirty clothes. Wool is harder to clean and may pick up the smell. Let me see what else you packed.”Leah dumped out my small gym bag onto the bed and then began tossing things aside. “This won’t do. We need to take all of your clothes back to my house and wash them.”Fond memories returned. Whenever we went on a trip, Solveig would always dump out my suitcase and re-load it with other clothes. Solvieg would also pick out clothes for me to wear whenever we dressed to go out to weddings or a party.Leah said, “Don’t expect me to wash them for you. I have other things to do to get ready for Christmas. You’ll have enough free time you can wash them yourself. We will gather everything up after we come back from lunch.”What a woman! I can see where Jorunn inherited her strong personality. We left my hotel, and Leah took me to one of her favorite kafés. As we walked, Leah’s bunad drew eyes, and attracted smiles, as if she were a magnet. As we waited for our food, I asked Leah about her bunad.Leah replied, “I don’t get to wear my bunad very often. I usually wear it for National Day in May, and for weddings and baptisms, but I haven’t been to many of those lately. Christmas is also an acceptable time to wear it.”Leah wore the traditional white blouse with a silver neckpin. Her vest was bright red with a handmade breastplate. Her navy skirt was trimmed with intricate embroidery, and covered in front by a white apron. Around her waist and running down the front was a decorative handwoven belt.“I grew up east of Bergen, in the Hardanger region, so my bunad is in the Hardanger style. While details may vary, you can tell where someone is from by which style of bunad they are wearing. It would not be proper to choose a bunad from a different region simply because you prefer a different color.”“That’s a lovely silver brooch you have on. It looks very old.”“It was my grandmother’s. Norwegians have a spiritual connection to silver, and silver brooches are handed down for many generations. One day, it will be Jorunn’s.”The food was excellent. I have not eaten a bad meal here in Norway. Leah was a great conversationalist, and she freely shared her humor and wit. Her stories from the 1994 Olympics were fascinating, and even though Jorunn and I were just there, I wanted to go back. I learned Leah worked as a radiology technician at a local hospital here in Oslo and took the entire holiday off. The meal finished too quickly, and we returned to my hotel.As we gathered my assorted clothing, I saw one of my socks on the floor, so I walked around Leah to pick it up. Turning quickly, I found myself face-to-face with her. We stared at each other for a moment, then moved at the same time. Our lips came together, and we kissed. Not a gentle kiss, but a passionate one, long and deep. Intentions were clear on both sides.We separated. Leah said, “I have not had sex since divorcing my husband nearly three years ago. That bastard took away more than my Christmas Star, he took away my trust in men. I am forty-seven years old. I never go out on dates, because I’m afraid to open my heart again to another man. Jorunn texted me every night for the past week and would send short videos she took during the day. She kept repeating how much fun she was having with you, and how nice a man you are. I know it sounds funny, but after watching and reading what Jorunn sent me, I feel like I already know you, and have made it past the first date. I know you lost the woman you loved. I cannot replace her in your heart, but if you are ready, I would like to share mine.”This was unexpected. “When I was in Minnesota, I watched Jorunn’s vlog almost every night. She is so sweet and funny and does such an excellent job. Even though I never met Jorunn, I felt like I knew her. To use your dating analogy, it’s one of the reasons I picked her as a tour guide. I felt comfortable with Jorunn and was too afraid to trust another tour company. When I came to Norway, I left my past behind. It is time for me to find something, or someone, to love.”Our bodies came together, and our lips re-joined. Any fears of rejection vanished as I locked my lips onto those of this beautiful Norwegian woman. Our tongues danced with each other, while our hands moved quickly over each other’s bodies.“Help me take off my bunad,” pleaded Leah.Together, we unclasped, unbuckled, unbuttoned, and untied, removing one layer at a time of the intricate bunad and laying it over a chair. It was like slowly opening the best Christmas present I have ever gotten, as more of Leah’s body slowly revealed itself to me. Her breasts were small, but firm, and went well with her slender frame. I forgot how delicate a woman’s features are, and Leah’s body was perfect in every way. Below her waist, I found a mound of pure blonde hair, barely darker than the color on her head.“I have no other words, you are truly a gorgeous woman, Leah.”“Thank you, Gunnar. Now it’s my turn to have fun.”Leah approached me. With small steps, she moved gracefully. She lifted my pullover shirt, pausing as it obscured my eyes. “Don’t take your shirt off. Just enjoy the sensations.” In the darkness, her fingers teasingly played with the hairs on my chest. A fingernail flicked back and forth over my nipple, drawing it to an erection. Moving lower, Leah unbuckled my trousers and slid them down, taking my knickers with them. I was not yet erect, but moving rapidly in that direction. Cool fingers wrapped around my cock and lifted, while a single fingernail twirled against my ball sack. Her tongue dragged across the tip of my cock. Then, Leah’s hands moved behind me to cup and squeeze my bum cheeks. Her warm breath washed over my cock.Leah stood and pulled my shirt the rest of the way off, and I stepped out of my trousers. We remained like this, both naked, looking longingly at each other. Leah reached up and touched my hair. “You have just a touch of grey. I like that. Few mature men are as blessed as you, with a firm, lean body. I see all kinds of patients. You look like a forty-year-old.”I suppose that was one benefit of eating the low-fat, low-sugar, and tasteless nursing home food. I lost nearly thirty pounds. “I am older than I look, and you should know that I had a stroke two years ago. I am doing much better, but still have a balance issue, and sometimes slur my words."Slurring your words might just be because you have a lazy tongue. Perhaps we can find a way to fix that later.”For a moment, I wondered what she meant, then hoped my notions might come true. Leah dropped to her knees directly in front of me and ran a finger along my nearly erect shaft. “It feels so nice to touch a real one again. What a lovely cock you have.”I said, “I’m sorry. I don’t have a very large penis.”Leah laughed, “Anything more than a mouthful is just wasted. Now let’s begin. I will say a Norwegian word, and you repeat it. Listen carefully to my pronunciation and maybe we can fix your American accent.”Leah said, “Penis.” Then she grabbed my cock with her right hand.This might be fun, so I replied, “Penis!”Leah whispered, “Rub.” Then she began gently sliding her hand along my shaft. Without any lubrication, there was quite a bit of friction.I replied, “Rub!”Leah said, “Lick.” Leah extended her tongue, and starting near the base, began leaving wet trails along each side of my glistening cock. The warm softness of her tongue brought me to full erection.It felt fantastic, and I gasped out, “Lick!”Leah said, “Suck.” She opened her mouth wide and took in the head of my cock, using her tongue to tease the underside. Bringing her lips together, I felt the insides of her mouth pressing inward and squeezing tightly against me. When her suction began, she pulled the head of my cock deeper into her mouth. Leah’s head pulled back ever so slightly, allowing her soft lips to glide over me until my cock was almost freed. But not quite. Using the extra room, Leah teased my opening with the tip of her tongue. From the way her tongue easily twirled around, I was certain I contributed my pre-cum.Then her suction pulled me deeper into her mouth. She look

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Skandinavian Folklore and Feast Days.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.Syv Slags Kaker. (or, Seven Sorts of  Cookies)December 22nd – Evening, Five Days LaterJorunn said, “Well, Gunnar, we are back at our starting point, and this concludes the tour. We got off to a rough start on the first day, but since then, I have enjoyed spending time with you. After my mom got divorced, I stopped dating. Sure, I went out in mixed groups with my friends, but I cannot remember the last time I went somewhere, by myself, with a man. The divorce made me lose all confidence and trust in men. Why enter a relationship, and give my heart to a man, knowing it is going to fail? My father hurt my mother and me so badly, that neither of us have recovered. You were so wonderful to me this week, and showed me that not all men are like my father.”Jorunn looked at me with pleading eyes, “I don’t want this tour to end. I don’t want you to leave. Can you please stay in Oslo at least a few more days?”Jorunn didn’t want me to go. And I didn’t want to leave her either. I replied, “Jorunn, I cannot think of anyone or any place I would rather be than here in Oslo, with you.”Jorunn said, “It’s still early enough that we may be able to find seating without a reservation. I know a great place for seafood.”“Lead on,” I replied.Jorunn and I discussed the now-completed tour while enjoying a delicious dinner at a small kafé. I offered suggestions for the tour, but otherwise let her know I enjoyed seeing Norway, and I told her what a wonderful guide she was. After returning to America, I promised to recommend her tours to everyone I knew.As I looked over the dessert menu, I asked Jorunn, “I’m willing to stay a few more days. Are there any other Norwegian Christmas traditions or activities worth doing over the next few days?”“If you put down that dessert menu, there is one called Syv Slags Kaker. I baked seven kinds of cookies to celebrate Jul. If you come to my house, we can have coffee and you can sample all seven kinds.”“That sounds great,” I replied. Jorunn was inviting me to her home. She was beautiful and funny, and I admit I developed fantasies about her as I watched her vlog videos back in the nursing home. Heck, I even created new fantasies over the last week. She was much warmer toward me at the end of the tour. In Tromsø, we shared a blanket as we rode in a sleigh pulled by an actual reindeer. But after the Nutcracker ballet, I held back and did not cross any lines. Could a 56-year-old man and a 25-year-old woman have a sexual relationship? I managed to keep up with Jorunn all week and didn’t see any reason not to. I reached below the table to carefully re-position myself before standing up.We made our way to the Train Station and rode to Jorunn’s neighborhood. As we walked to her house, I noticed many homes with a lighted star in one of the windows.“What are those stars,” I asked.“They are a tradition in Norway. A star is lit on the first Sunday of Advent to help guide the Three Wise Men.”We stopped in front of a modest house. There was no star in the window, but I saw sheaves of oats hung from one of the trees. I was familiar with the tradition of putting out something for the birds in the frigid days of December. As we stepped inside, I was suddenly surprised. “Hi, Mom! I would like you to meet Gunnar Larsen.”“Good evening, Mr. Larsen. Jorunn has been sending me text messages all week about your exciting travels. I hope you enjoyed your tour. My name is Leah.”This was not what I expected. I hoped to be alone with Jorunn. The family resemblance was striking and quite apparent. Leah’s straight hair was a bit shorter than Jorunn’s but matched her daughter’s pure blonde color. Her blue eyes stood out from her attractive face. She was wearing a multi-colored Norwegian Dale sweater and green trousers. I possessed absolutely no experience telling how old Norwegian women are. She must be in her forties but looked younger.I said, “I enjoyed Jorunn’s tour very much. Your daughter is quite talented in many ways. Please, call me Gunnar.”Jorunn said, “Gunnar was asking about other Jul traditions and activities here in Norway over Christmas. I thought Syv Slags Kaker would be a good one, and your cookies are the best ones in Oslo. I’ll make us some coffee.”Leah looked at me, “Please sit Gunnar. How much longer will you be staying in Norway?”I replied, “About two more weeks. I wanted to celebrate the New Year here before returning to America.”I talked about the completed tour, and she seemed interested enough that I rambled on.“I really enjoyed visiting Lillehammer. It brought back memories of watching the 1994 Winter Olympics, probably my favorite one. The music was fantastic, and the woman who sang the Olympic Hymn at the opening ceremony possessed such a wonderful voice.”Leah replied, “Her name is Sissel Kyrkjebø. She is still extremely popular today, and we consider her a national treasure. I was 18 at the time, and worked at those Olympics.”“I’d love to hear more about that,” I replied. “It was nice to see many of the venues still being used. I also enjoyed the Olympic Museum in Maihaugen, which told the history of the 1994 Olympics. I was surprised to learn that Norway has won more Olympic medals than any other country. But the highlight for me was riding the chairlift to the top of the Lysgårdsbakkene ski jump. The views were amazing. I can’t imagine anyone being brave enough to make such a jump.”“I agree with you on that!” laughed Leah.I continued, “We also flew to Tromsø, and I got to see the Northern Lights. We can sometimes see them in southern Minnesota, but they were much more impressive here with the clear Norwegian air. Jorunn and I took a ride in a sleigh, pulled by actual reindeer. Reindeer are much larger than I thought. We visited a Sami farm, where we ate reindeer stew and learned about the Sami culture.”“I’ve never been, but I hear it’s really fun,” replied Leah.“Bærums Verk was also a highlight. You may already know that the town dates to the 1600s. I loved the old buildings and cobbled streets. Although the Christmas Market was small, I found it unique, with artisans selling handmade crafts. It was nice to see the old crafts like glassblowing, ironwork, and woodworking.”Jorunn returned with a large tray, holding coffee and cookies, and we began sampling.Leah asked, “Did you take Gunnar to Pepperkakebyen in Bergen? It’s a marvelous gingerbread village in my hometown. There are over 200 small gingerbread houses, and with the tiny lights turned on, it looks so real.”Jorunn replied, “A week goes by quickly, mamma. There is only so much time. The gingerbread houses are very nice, and I have fond memories of going there with you.”As we continued talking and munching cookies, I looked around at the decorations. There was an advent calendar, wreaths, angels, gnomes called nisse, hearts, stars, and candles. The decorations looked more natural, perhaps a bit less commercialized than in America. There was a real tree, complete with its wonderful pine smell, a star at the top, garland, tinsel, ornaments, and white lights.I looked at Leah, “I noticed that you don’t have a Christmas star in the window as many of the other houses do.”Leah replied, “I found my former husband in bed with another woman. I immediately divorced him. Among the many things he took from Jorunn and I, was our Christmas Star.”Leah sounded deeply hurt and from more than just the missing star. After tasting the last of the seven cookies, Leah asked how I liked them. “The waffle-like Krumkaker was probably my favorite. We tried making them in Minnesota, but yours turned out so much better. And, of course, the Pepperkaker gingerbread stars were great.” I held up another cookie and said, “I don’t know the name of this one, but it was also excellent.”Leah replied, “That one is Serinakaker, a Norwegian butter cookie.”I realized the inevitable, “It is getting late. Thank you both, Leah and Jorunn, for a wonderful evening. I need to get back to my hotel and figure out what to do over the next few days.”I saw Jorunn look at her mother, who nodded. As I stood up, Leah did too. “Nonsense, Gunnar. I won’t have it. Come, spend Christmas with Jorunn and me! Nearly everything in Oslo shuts down in the afternoon on Christmas Eve and stays closed until the 27th. No restaurants or shops will be open. I have an unused bedroom upstairs. Come celebrate Jul with us.”I caught the signal between mother and daughter and wondered if this was pre-planned. But spending Christmas alone in my hotel sounded almost as bad as spending it alone in the nursing home. It was an easy decision. “I accept.”Leah said, “Good. I’ll stop by your hotel tomorrow and help you move your things. Perhaps we can have lunch as well at one of the restaurants along Karl Johans gate.”“It would be my pleasure, ” I replied. “Let’s say, about 11:00 AM”Little Christmas EveDecember 23rd - MorningIt was December 23rd, known in Norway as Lille Julaften. Spending Christmas with Leah and Jorunn created a problem for me. I needed to find at least one Christmas present for each, just in case they bought a gift for me. I got up early and headed out to search. Reflecting on last night, and indeed, the last week, it ended up being far simpler than I feared. I soon found a gift for each, along with reusable cloth gift bags in Christmas colors.I heard a knock on my hotel door and opened it. Leah stood there, holding a coat over her arm. She was wearing a traditional Norwegian folk costume called a bunad. Her blonde hair, simply styled, was highlighted by two attractive braids.I smiled and said, “What a pleasant surprise. You look like you just stepped out of a fairy tale.”She looked past me into the messy room, then took a step toward me and surprised me with a kiss on my cheek. She stepped back and started laughing. “It didn’t work. I am a fairy tale princess, but you are still a frog! It looks like we have some work to do cleaning up your lily pad.”As Leah entered the room, I said, “I already packed a small bag, enough for a few days.”Leah walked over to the pile of clothes from my week-long trip. She picked up a shirt and sniffed it. Then she pulled a wool sweater out from the pile. “Keep your wool sweaters away from the rest of your dirty clothes. Wool is harder to clean and may pick up the smell. Let me see what else you packed.”Leah dumped out my small gym bag onto the bed and then began tossing things aside. “This won’t do. We need to take all of your clothes back to my house and wash them.”Fond memories returned. Whenever we went on a trip, Solveig would always dump out my suitcase and re-load it with other clothes. Solvieg would also pick out clothes for me to wear whenever we dressed to go out to weddings or a party.Leah said, “Don’t expect me to wash them for you. I have other things to do to get ready for Christmas. You’ll have enough free time you can wash them yourself. We will gather everything up after we come back from lunch.”What a woman! I can see where Jorunn inherited her strong personality. We left my hotel, and Leah took me to one of her favorite kafés. As we walked, Leah’s bunad drew eyes, and attracted smiles, as if she were a magnet. As we waited for our food, I asked Leah about her bunad.Leah replied, “I don’t get to wear my bunad very often. I usually wear it for National Day in May, and for weddings and baptisms, but I haven’t been to many of those lately. Christmas is also an acceptable time to wear it.”Leah wore the traditional white blouse with a silver neckpin. Her vest was bright red with a handmade breastplate. Her navy skirt was trimmed with intricate embroidery, and covered in front by a white apron. Around her waist and running down the front was a decorative handwoven belt.“I grew up east of Bergen, in the Hardanger region, so my bunad is in the Hardanger style. While details may vary, you can tell where someone is from by which style of bunad they are wearing. It would not be proper to choose a bunad from a different region simply because you prefer a different color.”“That’s a lovely silver brooch you have on. It looks very old.”“It was my grandmother’s. Norwegians have a spiritual connection to silver, and silver brooches are handed down for many generations. One day, it will be Jorunn’s.”The food was excellent. I have not eaten a bad meal here in Norway. Leah was a great conversationalist, and she freely shared her humor and wit. Her stories from the 1994 Olympics were fascinating, and even though Jorunn and I were just there, I wanted to go back. I learned Leah worked as a radiology technician at a local hospital here in Oslo and took the entire holiday off. The meal finished too quickly, and we returned to my hotel.As we gathered my assorted clothing, I saw one of my socks on the floor, so I walked around Leah to pick it up. Turning quickly, I found myself face-to-face with her. We stared at each other for a moment, then moved at the same time. Our lips came together, and we kissed. Not a gentle kiss, but a passionate one, long and deep. Intentions were clear on both sides.We separated. Leah said, “I have not had sex since divorcing my husband nearly three years ago. That bastard took away more than my Christmas Star, he took away my trust in men. I am forty-seven years old. I never go out on dates, because I’m afraid to open my heart again to another man. Jorunn texted me every night for the past week and would send short videos she took during the day. She kept repeating how much fun she was having with you, and how nice a man you are. I know it sounds funny, but after watching and reading what Jorunn sent me, I feel like I already know you, and have made it past the first date. I know you lost the woman you loved. I cannot replace her in your heart, but if you are ready, I would like to share mine.”This was unexpected. “When I was in Minnesota, I watched Jorunn’s vlog almost every night. She is so sweet and funny and does such an excellent job. Even though I never met Jorunn, I felt like I knew her. To use your dating analogy, it’s one of the reasons I picked her as a tour guide. I felt comfortable with Jorunn and was too afraid to trust another tour company. When I came to Norway, I left my past behind. It is time for me to find something, or someone, to love.”Our bodies came together, and our lips re-joined. Any fears of rejection vanished as I locked my lips onto those of this beautiful Norwegian woman. Our tongues danced with each other, while our hands moved quickly over each other’s bodies.“Help me take off my bunad,” pleaded Leah.Together, we unclasped, unbuckled, unbuttoned, and untied, removing one layer at a time of the intricate bunad and laying it over a chair. It was like slowly opening the best Christmas present I have ever gotten, as more of Leah’s body slowly revealed itself to me. Her breasts were small, but firm, and went well with her slender frame. I forgot how delicate a woman’s features are, and Leah’s body was perfect in every way. Below her waist, I found a mound of pure blonde hair, barely darker than the color on her head.“I have no other words, you are truly a gorgeous woman, Leah.”“Thank you, Gunnar. Now it’s my turn to have fun.”Leah approached me. With small steps, she moved gracefully. She lifted my pullover shirt, pausing as it obscured my eyes. “Don’t take your shirt off. Just enjoy the sensations.” In the darkness, her fingers teasingly played with the hairs on my chest. A fingernail flicked back and forth over my nipple, drawing it to an erection. Moving lower, Leah unbuckled my trousers and slid them down, taking my knickers with them. I was not yet erect, but moving rapidly in that direction. Cool fingers wrapped around my cock and lifted, while a single fingernail twirled against my ball sack. Her tongue dragged across the tip of my cock. Then, Leah’s hands moved behind me to cup and squeeze my bum cheeks. Her warm breath washed over my cock.Leah stood and pulled my shirt the rest of the way off, and I stepped out of my trousers. We remained like this, both naked, looking longingly at each other. Leah reached up and touched my hair. “You have just a touch of grey. I like that. Few mature men are as blessed as you, with a firm, lean body. I see all kinds of patients. You look like a forty-year-old.”I suppose that was one benefit of eating the low-fat, low-sugar, and tasteless nursing home food. I lost nearly thirty pounds. “I am older than I look, and you should know that I had a stroke two years ago. I am doing much better, but still have a balance issue, and sometimes slur my words."Slurring your words might just be because you have a lazy tongue. Perhaps we can find a way to fix that later.”For a moment, I wondered what she meant, then hoped my notions might come true. Leah dropped to her knees directly in front of me and ran a finger along my nearly erect shaft. “It feels so nice to touch a real one again. What a lovely cock you have.”I said, “I’m sorry. I don’t have a very large penis.”Leah laughed, “Anything more than a mouthful is just wasted. Now let’s begin. I will say a Norwegian word, and you repeat it. Listen carefully to my pronunciation and maybe we can fix your American accent.”Leah said, “Penis.” Then she grabbed my cock with her right hand.This might be fun, so I replied, “Penis!”Leah whispered, “Rub.” Then she began gently sliding her hand along my shaft. Without any lubrication, there was quite a bit of friction.I replied, “Rub!”Leah said, “Lick.” Leah extended her tongue, and starting near the base, began leaving wet trails along each side of my glistening cock. The warm softness of her tongue brought me to full erection.It felt fantastic, and I gasped out, “Lick!”Leah said, “Suck.” She opened her mouth wide and took in the head of my cock, using her tongue to tease the underside. Bringing her lips together, I felt the insides of her mouth pressing inward and squeezing tightly against me. When her suction began, she pulled the head of my cock deeper into her mouth. Leah’s head pulled back ever so slightly, allowing her soft lips to glide over me until my cock was almost freed. But not quite. Using the extra room, Leah teased my opening with the tip of her tongue. From the way her tongue easily twirled around, I was certain I contributed my pre-cum.Then her suction pulled me deeper into her mouth. She look

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The Homeland calls for Gunnar, And So Does Love.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.‘You are the Tin Man. This tour; is the Oil Can. Figure it out.'A recently widowed Norwegian American plans his escape from a Minnesota nursing home to travel abroad and join a ‘Christmas in Norway Tour’. While battling his fears, he meets a beautiful young tour guide and her divorced mother, who years later, still bears scars from her unfaithful husband’s affair. This story is about overcoming those fears to let healing begin. This story picks up after that, and shows the lingering effects of a husband’s extra-marital affair on his family. This is also a Christmas story, so expect to travel to locations in Norway, encounter Norwegian Christmas traditions, and maybe even get sprinkled with pixie-dust!“A man has only one escape from his old self: to see a different self - in the mirror of some woman’s eyes” - Clare Booth LucePrequel: The Ruined ChristmasOslo, Norway - Three Years AgoMy name is Jorunn. As a Norwegian landsby girl, Mamma and I spent Christmas week in Bergen, visiting her family and celebrating my 22nd birthday. We decided to leave Bergen two days early so that Pappa would not have to celebrate New Year’s Eve alone. During the week, while we were away, Pappa told us how he missed us.We arrived back home in mid-afternoon, just as the sun was setting, and saw our Christmas Star lit up in the window. After entering the house, we heard Pappa moaning upstairs and went up to see if he was all right. Opening the bedroom door, we saw him humping a strange woman!“What are you doing?” shouted Mamma.Pappa replied, “Leah, you’re home early.”“Who is this woman?”“She’s just a slut. She means nothing to me.”The woman yelped, “I am not a slut! I am a happily married woman.”Mamma yelled, “I can see what keeps you happy.”Pappa yelled back, “I still love you, Leah. Let me get rid of this slut. She’s only here because I was lonely. We can talk.”Mamma replied, “You can talk to my advokater. We’re through! How can I ever trust you again, you bastard? Do you realize what you have done to our family!”Mamma began sobbing and ran down the stairs.Pappa looked at me and said, “Jorunn, none of this would have happened if your mother hadn’t come home early and seen us.”I looked at Pappa and saw his slime-covered beard slick with the woman’s juices. “You’re wrong Pappa. It did happen. Mamma and I just wouldn’t have known. You said you didn’t want to be seen by us. That works both ways! I don’t ever want to talk to you or see you ever again!”I ran downstairs to Mamma, and with our suitcases still in the boot, we drove to a friend’s house.Gunnar and Nurse RatchedDecember 13 - MorningMinneapolis, Minnesota - Present DayI pressed the button on my cell phone and hung up after talking with Roger Mans, my long-time friend and attorney. My two adult children texted a few days ago they wanted to visit me here in the nursing home. I had not seen them since the funeral of my wife, Solveig, and that was two months ago. Their plan was for me to sign their power of attorney forms, giving them full control over me and my affairs. But my plan was different, and now was time to put it into place.Two years ago, at just 54 years old, I had a stroke. A devastating paralysis left me needing a lot of care, and therapy to regain my mobility, speech, and other functions.I realized Solveig was unable to care for me at our home. She tried with all her heart, but she was also fighting her own battle with cancer, and undergoing her own rigorous treatments.So I decided to enter a nursing home, while I continued to get rehab. I wanted a facility with a stroke recovery unit. This limited my nursing home choices. The only thing making life bearable here, was Solveig faithfully visiting me, and sneaking an occasional home-cooked meal past the head nurse and her staff. Sadly, Solveig succumbed to the cancer while I was still a resident at the ‘Bethel Retirement Center'. At Solveig’s funeral, my children promised to visit often, but as usual, I could never count on them for anything.Without my wife here to check on things, my decent clothes never came back from the laundry, and instead, the staff returned excuses. I put on old sweatpants and an old sweatshirt. It would do for now. I prepared myself for this day by walking the halls of the nursing home, attending physical therapy sessions, and taking care of myself without help from the staff. Still not fully recovered, but like my clothing, it would do for now.I said goodbye to Alfred, my shared roommate. He nodded, wished me luck, and said he would love to go with me. I felt sorry for him. He was a great storyteller but needed to use his walker, and physically, he required the kind of care they provided here.I walked down the hall to the nurse’s station and found Molly Turner, the rather brusque chief nurse, and her two assistants sitting behind it. “Good morning, Nurse Ratched,” I said.“Good day to you, Gunnar,” she replied.“I’m checking out,” I said.“Be serious, Gunnar. No one ever checks out of a nursing home, unless they are flat on their back with a toe tag.”I looked at her and smiled, “I only hope that will be your Fate, Molly.”“That’s not a nice thing to say, Gunnar. Now, return to your room or I will have dietary take away your rice pudding for a week.”The rice pudding here was a pale imitation of the riskrem, which Solvieg would make every Christmas. I would miss it this year. I gave Nurse Ratched a one-fingered salute, then walked toward the exit. There was a scramble of squeaky chairs and shouts behind me, and I heard their footsteps closing in on me. As I pushed the two doors open to the main lobby, there was Roger, standing next to the nursing home administrator. I walked up to my lawyer, and shook his hand, “Thank you, old friend.”I turned to see a stunned Nurse Ratched. “Allow me to escort Mr. Larsen back to his room,” she meekly pronounced.The nursing home administrator said, “That won’t be necessary, Molly. Mr. Larsen is leaving us. He isn’t taking anything with him. You may clear out his room and get it ready for the next resident.”I looked Nurse Ratched in the eye and saw the fires of hell blazing within. Then, it was my turn to smile back.All my therapists had agreed that my rehab was successful. My speech skills were quite restored. My left arm and leg took longer to restore. But it was good enough to ditch the wheelchair, then the walker, then the cane. What really set me back was the grief of losing my wife, and the guilt of not being there when she needed me most.Gunnar’s HouseRoger drove me to my house. I hadn't been there in two years. It looked pathetic. No one bothered shoveling the snow on the walkway, and I feared what my children may have done to the inside. I found the hidden key I placed under a rock years ago and used it to enter through the front door. The living room and dining room furniture were mostly gone, or should I say, stolen. They had rifled through the small office nook next to the kitchen, with papers scattered over the kitchen countertops and floor.I turned and said, “You’re going to have your work cut out for you, Roger.”“This is exactly what you said would happen, Gunnar. Our firm will take care of it for you.”I opened a small drawer in the office nook and thankfully found my passport intact. It was useless to my children. I went to the master bedroom and saw the dresser drawers partially opened, with clothes scattered all about the floor. On top of the dresser was Solvieg’s jewelry box. I opened it, and few things remained. I was glad to see the gold charm bracelet I gave her 35 years ago for Christmas. She wore it a couple of times, then stopped, complaining it turned her wrist green as the fake gold coating wore away. But she kept it all these years. A worn-out trinket to my children, as precious as the Sauron’s Ring of Power to me. I picked it up and put it in the pocket of my sweatpants.I went into the walk-in closet and picked out some clothes, tossed them into an old gym bag, and said, “I’m done. We can go.”Roger said, “The locksmith and security company will meet me here this afternoon. Once they are done, your children will no longer have access.”“I’d rather not have an auction of whatever is left in the house. I don’t think Solveig would have liked that. Once you go through the papers, just throw everything left in a dumpster and haul it away. Whatever the two pirates plundered will be the only inheritance they will ever see from me.”Miller And Mans Law OfficeRoger and I next went to his office. I said hello to Jane, the long-time receptionist. I have always suspected that Jane knows everything that goes on here, and secretly runs the whole place, not unlike the way Nurse Ratched does in her domain. However, Jane does so with more efficiency, happiness, and joy for both clients and staff.Jane asked, “Can I get you anything, Gunnar?”“I’d love a cup of decent coffee, and an Apple Fritter if you have one.”“I’ll bring them to Roger’s office. Two creams and no sugar, if I remember right.”“Perfect, as always, Jane.”We went into Roger’s plush office, and I sat down in a chair more comfortable than any I sat in for the last two years.“Are you actually going to go through with this?” Roger asked.“Every bit of it,” I replied.I signed multiple papers, removing my two children as beneficiaries from my life insurance and investment accounts. I also gave Roger limited power of attorney to sell my house and dispose of its possessions.Jane arrived with the coffee and Apple Fritter. “Norway? Why would anyone want to go to Norway in December?”“Did Roger spill the beans?” I asked.Jane replied, “Every piece of paper that comes into this office passes through my hands. I opened your travel visa when it came in.”“Jane, I can’t spend Christmas here in Minnesota. The bitter wintry weather pales in comparison to the cold hearts of my own two children. The further away from them I am, the better. I’ve never been to Norway and have always wanted to see the 'home country’ of my ancestors.”Like I said, Jane knows all. The coffee tasted great, and the deep-fried Apple Fritter, one of Nursed Ratched’s 'prohibited foods’, was outstanding. Roger slid me a packet labeled 'Gunnar - Norway’. As Jane left, I opened it and looked at the contents. As planned, there was an international cell phone with a different number, a stack of krone, and three new credit cards bearing the name of a fictitious business. I handed Roger my old cell phone.“We’ll dispose of this for you. Your children will have no idea where you are unless they hire a private detective with exceptionally good connections. Legally, they have no rights to any of your assets, so even if somehow they track you to our law office, they will not get past Jane.”I believed Roger on that.“The tour company you asked us to sign you up with seems pretty sketchy. Their contract looks like something generated off a free online legal site. We reviewed it, it is crude, but legal and binding. If you back out, they still get paid. Why did you pick this tour company? There are many larger and more reputable companies we might have booked you with.”“It’s silly, Roger. I know it’s only a one-person company, run by a young vlogger in Norway. It was terribly boring in the nursing home, so I would spend evenings watching her videos as she traveled around Norway visiting various places, and leading small groups of tourists. It looked like the people were having fun and she made me laugh. Watching her videos was one of the few things that brought me any happiness.”“Why did you reserve for four persons?” asked Roger.“I wanted to make sure her Christmas in Norway tour wouldn’t be canceled. She has a four-person minimum.”“You won’t get those other bookings back, even if more people are going.”“I don’t need the money, Roger, but I do need this tour.”“How about clothing? You don’t have many clothes in that gym bag, Gunnar. Do you want to stop somewhere before we get to the airport?”“No. I’ll travel light. It’ll be easier when going through airport security. I’ll buy more clothes when I get to Norway.”“How about after you come back?”“I’m going to someplace warm and sunny. Maybe visit a mouse in Florida. I’ll be in touch if I need anything while I’m in Norway, and call you when I get back in three weeks.”Jorunn, The Tour GuideDecember 15 – Morning, Two Days LaterI spent yesterday shopping for the new clothes I would need. The tour is a mix of city and outdoor activities, so I bought a basic wardrobe, along with good walking shoes, snow pants, a warm jacket, and gloves. I ate lunch and dinner at two smaller restaurants. The food was good, but I felt lonely eating by myself, in a city I didn’t know, in a strange country. I missed Solveig very much and wished she were here with me.The next morning, I walked to the nearby hotel where the tour group would be meeting and followed the “Christmas in Norway Tour” sign to a small room off the lobby. There she was! Jorunn. My vlogger! She was about as tall as I am, at least when I can stand straight, with long blonde hair parted in the middle, clear blue eyes, and her signature radiant smile. She wore a Norwegian Dale sweater and brown pants.Jorunn spoke to me in Norwegian. “Excuse me, sir, this room is reserved for a tour group.”I hobbled closer. “Yes, and I’m one of the people taking the tour.”“We have a pretty active schedule for the next seven days, from December 15th through the 22nd. Do you think you are well enough to take this tour?”I wasn’t sure if I was, but I didn’t want to tell her that. “I won’t slow you down,” I replied.“What is your name?” she asked.“Gunnar Larsen.”She opened a small notebook and flipped through the pages. “It says here you are in a group of four. I see three other names. When are they coming?”“There won’t be any others from my group. One of the names is my recently deceased wife, the other two are my estranged adult children. I’m all there is.”Jorunn looked puzzled. “Only four people in total signed up, including you, all from your group. If the others aren’t coming, then you will be the only one. I don’t… I can’t… I mean, I have reservations I cannot cancel. You’re going to cost me a fortune whether I go through with the tour or not.”I replied, “The contract states that you have a four-person minimum. I am paying you in full for all four people. You won’t lose any money.”Jorunn smirked and looked like she was thinking. “I don’t know if you’re some kind of dirty old man, but if I agree to continue this tour, you should know that we will have separate rooms every night and there will be no sex of any kind. Judging by the way you look; I hope you can at least wipe your own butt!”“Your terms are acceptable. I had a stroke two years ago, but I have mostly recovered. I can walk, talk, and listen. I have trouble with my balance at times and sometimes slur my words. If you think something is too strenuous for me, I am willing to skip that part of the tour.”“Well, Mr. Larsen of Minnesota, you need to sign some release forms. As stated in the contract, I get to film the tour group for my vlogs, so I expect smiles when I am filming you. For now, go help yourself to breakfast. There is coffee, brunost, bread, and milk. Enough to feed four. Don’t expect me to serve you, and if you don’t know how to use a cheese sliver, learn fast.”She looked puzzled earlier but was now the confident Jorunn with whom I spent virtual evenings. I was delighted we worked this out. Smiles would not be a problem.OsloDecember 15 - MorningJorunn left the room and returned shortly with a small basket of food. “We have a lot of brunost left over, so I am going to make us a food packet for lunch called matpakke. I have a place in mind where we can sit and picnic.”“We will use the Vy app and Oslo Pass and travel by train and Metro. But today, we will mainly walk around Oslo. You will need to check into this hotel under the tour name if you have not done so. We will be in Oslo for two nights. The prepaid room is part of your tour package. I will try to cancel or change some reservations. Meet me back here in one hour.”I went back to my hotel to retrieve my belongings, then checked into the one Jorunn requested. It was not as nice as the one I left, but it was clean, and I did not want to make a fuss on the first day. I purchased a surprising amount of clothing yesterday and needed to make two trips to bring everything over. Then I returned to the meeting room and found Jorunn waiting.Jorunn and I walked from the hotel to Oslo Central Station and took a tram to the Vigeland Sculpture Park. Jorunn told me it is the world’s largest sculpture park made by a single artist, Gustav Vigeland, with over two hundred sculptures combining the human form with an element of fantasy. Most figures were naked, with a mix of vagueness and rather notably open precision. The most prominent sculpture was a 17-meter-high monolith consisting of 121 intertwined human figures clambering to the top, carved from a single stone block. We spent over an hour walking the grounds, and while it was interesting, I told Jorunn that I didn’t see much in the way of Christmas here.A combination of walking and a short bus ride brought us to the grounds of the Akershus Fortress. Constructed in the 13th century, it protects the waterfront and Oslo harbor. Also on the site was the restored Akershus Castle, which was formerly a residence of prior kings of Norway. Jorunn said it serves today as an entertainment and event center for the Norwegian government, and this close to Christmas was not open to the public.I found it challenging to walk the grounds of the Fortress, as there were steep inclines mixed with stone steps and cobblestone paths. Remnants of a prior snowstorm still lingered in shady areas and under arches, making the footing treacherous. We did stop at places offering magnificent views of the city of Oslo, the bay, and the fjord, and several ramparts still bore cannons. Jorunn was rather businesslike and did not seem to be enjoyin

The Homeland calls for Gunnar, And So Does Love.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.‘You are the Tin Man. This tour; is the Oil Can. Figure it out.'A recently widowed Norwegian American plans his escape from a Minnesota nursing home to travel abroad and join a ‘Christmas in Norway Tour’. While battling his fears, he meets a beautiful young tour guide and her divorced mother, who years later, still bears scars from her unfaithful husband’s affair. This story is about overcoming those fears to let healing begin. This story picks up after that, and shows the lingering effects of a husband’s extra-marital affair on his family. This is also a Christmas story, so expect to travel to locations in Norway, encounter Norwegian Christmas traditions, and maybe even get sprinkled with pixie-dust!“A man has only one escape from his old self: to see a different self - in the mirror of some woman’s eyes” - Clare Booth LucePrequel: The Ruined ChristmasOslo, Norway - Three Years AgoMy name is Jorunn. As a Norwegian landsby girl, Mamma and I spent Christmas week in Bergen, visiting her family and celebrating my 22nd birthday. We decided to leave Bergen two days early so that Pappa would not have to celebrate New Year’s Eve alone. During the week, while we were away, Pappa told us how he missed us.We arrived back home in mid-afternoon, just as the sun was setting, and saw our Christmas Star lit up in the window. After entering the house, we heard Pappa moaning upstairs and went up to see if he was all right. Opening the bedroom door, we saw him humping a strange woman!“What are you doing?” shouted Mamma.Pappa replied, “Leah, you’re home early.”“Who is this woman?”“She’s just a slut. She means nothing to me.”The woman yelped, “I am not a slut! I am a happily married woman.”Mamma yelled, “I can see what keeps you happy.”Pappa yelled back, “I still love you, Leah. Let me get rid of this slut. She’s only here because I was lonely. We can talk.”Mamma replied, “You can talk to my advokater. We’re through! How can I ever trust you again, you bastard? Do you realize what you have done to our family!”Mamma began sobbing and ran down the stairs.Pappa looked at me and said, “Jorunn, none of this would have happened if your mother hadn’t come home early and seen us.”I looked at Pappa and saw his slime-covered beard slick with the woman’s juices. “You’re wrong Pappa. It did happen. Mamma and I just wouldn’t have known. You said you didn’t want to be seen by us. That works both ways! I don’t ever want to talk to you or see you ever again!”I ran downstairs to Mamma, and with our suitcases still in the boot, we drove to a friend’s house.Gunnar and Nurse RatchedDecember 13 - MorningMinneapolis, Minnesota - Present DayI pressed the button on my cell phone and hung up after talking with Roger Mans, my long-time friend and attorney. My two adult children texted a few days ago they wanted to visit me here in the nursing home. I had not seen them since the funeral of my wife, Solveig, and that was two months ago. Their plan was for me to sign their power of attorney forms, giving them full control over me and my affairs. But my plan was different, and now was time to put it into place.Two years ago, at just 54 years old, I had a stroke. A devastating paralysis left me needing a lot of care, and therapy to regain my mobility, speech, and other functions.I realized Solveig was unable to care for me at our home. She tried with all her heart, but she was also fighting her own battle with cancer, and undergoing her own rigorous treatments.So I decided to enter a nursing home, while I continued to get rehab. I wanted a facility with a stroke recovery unit. This limited my nursing home choices. The only thing making life bearable here, was Solveig faithfully visiting me, and sneaking an occasional home-cooked meal past the head nurse and her staff. Sadly, Solveig succumbed to the cancer while I was still a resident at the ‘Bethel Retirement Center'. At Solveig’s funeral, my children promised to visit often, but as usual, I could never count on them for anything.Without my wife here to check on things, my decent clothes never came back from the laundry, and instead, the staff returned excuses. I put on old sweatpants and an old sweatshirt. It would do for now. I prepared myself for this day by walking the halls of the nursing home, attending physical therapy sessions, and taking care of myself without help from the staff. Still not fully recovered, but like my clothing, it would do for now.I said goodbye to Alfred, my shared roommate. He nodded, wished me luck, and said he would love to go with me. I felt sorry for him. He was a great storyteller but needed to use his walker, and physically, he required the kind of care they provided here.I walked down the hall to the nurse’s station and found Molly Turner, the rather brusque chief nurse, and her two assistants sitting behind it. “Good morning, Nurse Ratched,” I said.“Good day to you, Gunnar,” she replied.“I’m checking out,” I said.“Be serious, Gunnar. No one ever checks out of a nursing home, unless they are flat on their back with a toe tag.”I looked at her and smiled, “I only hope that will be your Fate, Molly.”“That’s not a nice thing to say, Gunnar. Now, return to your room or I will have dietary take away your rice pudding for a week.”The rice pudding here was a pale imitation of the riskrem, which Solvieg would make every Christmas. I would miss it this year. I gave Nurse Ratched a one-fingered salute, then walked toward the exit. There was a scramble of squeaky chairs and shouts behind me, and I heard their footsteps closing in on me. As I pushed the two doors open to the main lobby, there was Roger, standing next to the nursing home administrator. I walked up to my lawyer, and shook his hand, “Thank you, old friend.”I turned to see a stunned Nurse Ratched. “Allow me to escort Mr. Larsen back to his room,” she meekly pronounced.The nursing home administrator said, “That won’t be necessary, Molly. Mr. Larsen is leaving us. He isn’t taking anything with him. You may clear out his room and get it ready for the next resident.”I looked Nurse Ratched in the eye and saw the fires of hell blazing within. Then, it was my turn to smile back.All my therapists had agreed that my rehab was successful. My speech skills were quite restored. My left arm and leg took longer to restore. But it was good enough to ditch the wheelchair, then the walker, then the cane. What really set me back was the grief of losing my wife, and the guilt of not being there when she needed me most.Gunnar’s HouseRoger drove me to my house. I hadn't been there in two years. It looked pathetic. No one bothered shoveling the snow on the walkway, and I feared what my children may have done to the inside. I found the hidden key I placed under a rock years ago and used it to enter through the front door. The living room and dining room furniture were mostly gone, or should I say, stolen. They had rifled through the small office nook next to the kitchen, with papers scattered over the kitchen countertops and floor.I turned and said, “You’re going to have your work cut out for you, Roger.”“This is exactly what you said would happen, Gunnar. Our firm will take care of it for you.”I opened a small drawer in the office nook and thankfully found my passport intact. It was useless to my children. I went to the master bedroom and saw the dresser drawers partially opened, with clothes scattered all about the floor. On top of the dresser was Solvieg’s jewelry box. I opened it, and few things remained. I was glad to see the gold charm bracelet I gave her 35 years ago for Christmas. She wore it a couple of times, then stopped, complaining it turned her wrist green as the fake gold coating wore away. But she kept it all these years. A worn-out trinket to my children, as precious as the Sauron’s Ring of Power to me. I picked it up and put it in the pocket of my sweatpants.I went into the walk-in closet and picked out some clothes, tossed them into an old gym bag, and said, “I’m done. We can go.”Roger said, “The locksmith and security company will meet me here this afternoon. Once they are done, your children will no longer have access.”“I’d rather not have an auction of whatever is left in the house. I don’t think Solveig would have liked that. Once you go through the papers, just throw everything left in a dumpster and haul it away. Whatever the two pirates plundered will be the only inheritance they will ever see from me.”Miller And Mans Law OfficeRoger and I next went to his office. I said hello to Jane, the long-time receptionist. I have always suspected that Jane knows everything that goes on here, and secretly runs the whole place, not unlike the way Nurse Ratched does in her domain. However, Jane does so with more efficiency, happiness, and joy for both clients and staff.Jane asked, “Can I get you anything, Gunnar?”“I’d love a cup of decent coffee, and an Apple Fritter if you have one.”“I’ll bring them to Roger’s office. Two creams and no sugar, if I remember right.”“Perfect, as always, Jane.”We went into Roger’s plush office, and I sat down in a chair more comfortable than any I sat in for the last two years.“Are you actually going to go through with this?” Roger asked.“Every bit of it,” I replied.I signed multiple papers, removing my two children as beneficiaries from my life insurance and investment accounts. I also gave Roger limited power of attorney to sell my house and dispose of its possessions.Jane arrived with the coffee and Apple Fritter. “Norway? Why would anyone want to go to Norway in December?”“Did Roger spill the beans?” I asked.Jane replied, “Every piece of paper that comes into this office passes through my hands. I opened your travel visa when it came in.”“Jane, I can’t spend Christmas here in Minnesota. The bitter wintry weather pales in comparison to the cold hearts of my own two children. The further away from them I am, the better. I’ve never been to Norway and have always wanted to see the 'home country’ of my ancestors.”Like I said, Jane knows all. The coffee tasted great, and the deep-fried Apple Fritter, one of Nursed Ratched’s 'prohibited foods’, was outstanding. Roger slid me a packet labeled 'Gunnar - Norway’. As Jane left, I opened it and looked at the contents. As planned, there was an international cell phone with a different number, a stack of krone, and three new credit cards bearing the name of a fictitious business. I handed Roger my old cell phone.“We’ll dispose of this for you. Your children will have no idea where you are unless they hire a private detective with exceptionally good connections. Legally, they have no rights to any of your assets, so even if somehow they track you to our law office, they will not get past Jane.”I believed Roger on that.“The tour company you asked us to sign you up with seems pretty sketchy. Their contract looks like something generated off a free online legal site. We reviewed it, it is crude, but legal and binding. If you back out, they still get paid. Why did you pick this tour company? There are many larger and more reputable companies we might have booked you with.”“It’s silly, Roger. I know it’s only a one-person company, run by a young vlogger in Norway. It was terribly boring in the nursing home, so I would spend evenings watching her videos as she traveled around Norway visiting various places, and leading small groups of tourists. It looked like the people were having fun and she made me laugh. Watching her videos was one of the few things that brought me any happiness.”“Why did you reserve for four persons?” asked Roger.“I wanted to make sure her Christmas in Norway tour wouldn’t be canceled. She has a four-person minimum.”“You won’t get those other bookings back, even if more people are going.”“I don’t need the money, Roger, but I do need this tour.”“How about clothing? You don’t have many clothes in that gym bag, Gunnar. Do you want to stop somewhere before we get to the airport?”“No. I’ll travel light. It’ll be easier when going through airport security. I’ll buy more clothes when I get to Norway.”“How about after you come back?”“I’m going to someplace warm and sunny. Maybe visit a mouse in Florida. I’ll be in touch if I need anything while I’m in Norway, and call you when I get back in three weeks.”Jorunn, The Tour GuideDecember 15 – Morning, Two Days LaterI spent yesterday shopping for the new clothes I would need. The tour is a mix of city and outdoor activities, so I bought a basic wardrobe, along with good walking shoes, snow pants, a warm jacket, and gloves. I ate lunch and dinner at two smaller restaurants. The food was good, but I felt lonely eating by myself, in a city I didn’t know, in a strange country. I missed Solveig very much and wished she were here with me.The next morning, I walked to the nearby hotel where the tour group would be meeting and followed the “Christmas in Norway Tour” sign to a small room off the lobby. There she was! Jorunn. My vlogger! She was about as tall as I am, at least when I can stand straight, with long blonde hair parted in the middle, clear blue eyes, and her signature radiant smile. She wore a Norwegian Dale sweater and brown pants.Jorunn spoke to me in Norwegian. “Excuse me, sir, this room is reserved for a tour group.”I hobbled closer. “Yes, and I’m one of the people taking the tour.”“We have a pretty active schedule for the next seven days, from December 15th through the 22nd. Do you think you are well enough to take this tour?”I wasn’t sure if I was, but I didn’t want to tell her that. “I won’t slow you down,” I replied.“What is your name?” she asked.“Gunnar Larsen.”She opened a small notebook and flipped through the pages. “It says here you are in a group of four. I see three other names. When are they coming?”“There won’t be any others from my group. One of the names is my recently deceased wife, the other two are my estranged adult children. I’m all there is.”Jorunn looked puzzled. “Only four people in total signed up, including you, all from your group. If the others aren’t coming, then you will be the only one. I don’t… I can’t… I mean, I have reservations I cannot cancel. You’re going to cost me a fortune whether I go through with the tour or not.”I replied, “The contract states that you have a four-person minimum. I am paying you in full for all four people. You won’t lose any money.”Jorunn smirked and looked like she was thinking. “I don’t know if you’re some kind of dirty old man, but if I agree to continue this tour, you should know that we will have separate rooms every night and there will be no sex of any kind. Judging by the way you look; I hope you can at least wipe your own butt!”“Your terms are acceptable. I had a stroke two years ago, but I have mostly recovered. I can walk, talk, and listen. I have trouble with my balance at times and sometimes slur my words. If you think something is too strenuous for me, I am willing to skip that part of the tour.”“Well, Mr. Larsen of Minnesota, you need to sign some release forms. As stated in the contract, I get to film the tour group for my vlogs, so I expect smiles when I am filming you. For now, go help yourself to breakfast. There is coffee, brunost, bread, and milk. Enough to feed four. Don’t expect me to serve you, and if you don’t know how to use a cheese sliver, learn fast.”She looked puzzled earlier but was now the confident Jorunn with whom I spent virtual evenings. I was delighted we worked this out. Smiles would not be a problem.OsloDecember 15 - MorningJorunn left the room and returned shortly with a small basket of food. “We have a lot of brunost left over, so I am going to make us a food packet for lunch called matpakke. I have a place in mind where we can sit and picnic.”“We will use the Vy app and Oslo Pass and travel by train and Metro. But today, we will mainly walk around Oslo. You will need to check into this hotel under the tour name if you have not done so. We will be in Oslo for two nights. The prepaid room is part of your tour package. I will try to cancel or change some reservations. Meet me back here in one hour.”I went back to my hotel to retrieve my belongings, then checked into the one Jorunn requested. It was not as nice as the one I left, but it was clean, and I did not want to make a fuss on the first day. I purchased a surprising amount of clothing yesterday and needed to make two trips to bring everything over. Then I returned to the meeting room and found Jorunn waiting.Jorunn and I walked from the hotel to Oslo Central Station and took a tram to the Vigeland Sculpture Park. Jorunn told me it is the world’s largest sculpture park made by a single artist, Gustav Vigeland, with over two hundred sculptures combining the human form with an element of fantasy. Most figures were naked, with a mix of vagueness and rather notably open precision. The most prominent sculpture was a 17-meter-high monolith consisting of 121 intertwined human figures clambering to the top, carved from a single stone block. We spent over an hour walking the grounds, and while it was interesting, I told Jorunn that I didn’t see much in the way of Christmas here.A combination of walking and a short bus ride brought us to the grounds of the Akershus Fortress. Constructed in the 13th century, it protects the waterfront and Oslo harbor. Also on the site was the restored Akershus Castle, which was formerly a residence of prior kings of Norway. Jorunn said it serves today as an entertainment and event center for the Norwegian government, and this close to Christmas was not open to the public.I found it challenging to walk the grounds of the Fortress, as there were steep inclines mixed with stone steps and cobblestone paths. Remnants of a prior snowstorm still lingered in shady areas and under arches, making the footing treacherous. We did stop at places offering magnificent views of the city of Oslo, the bay, and the fjord, and several ramparts still bore cannons. Jorunn was rather businesslike and did not seem to be enjoyin

Aufregend, wunderschön, maximal freundlich, sicher, tolerant & das offenste Land auf der arabischen Halbinsel. Der Oman ist ein Reisetraum, und im Zentrum steht Muscat, eine wuselige, liebeswerte und leckere Metropole, die am Anfang fast jeder Reise in dieses Land steht. Eine alles überragende, prachtvolle Moschee mit, ein Souk voller Weihrauch, Leben und Geschmack - eine einmalige Altstadt zwischen Wüsten-Hügeln und: ein lebhafter Stadtstrand, an dem gepicknickt, Lagerfeuer gemacht und eine Freiheit gelebt wird, die berührt. Auch kulinarisch schlagen wir ein ganz neues Kapitel auf. Reisgerichte mit Suchtfaktor, Grill-Spezialitäten, Safran-Kuchen, Einflüsse aus Indien, dem Jemen oder Arabien und all das im Rahmen einer geselligen Esskultur eines rührend freundlichen Volkes. Kommt mit in den Oman, kommt mit in die tolle Küstenstadt Muscat. Diese Folge entstand mit freundlicher Unterstützung von erlebe: Reisen - einfach näher dran.Unsere Werbepartner findet ihr hier.Kommt zu einer unserer LIVE-Shows:24.2.2026 Hamburg26.2.2026 München11.4.2026 Mannheim (SWR Podcastfestival)Tickets gibt es HIER.Mehr Reisen Reisen gibt es hier.Noch mehr Reisen Reisen gibt es in unserem Newsletter-Magazin.Die Oman-Tipps aus dem Podcast:UNTERKÜNFTE:Hotel Royal Tulip Muscat: Modernes Stadthotel als entspannter Start in Muscat. @royaltulipmuscatAuthentic Hanging Terraces (Jabal Akhdar): Spektakuläre Terrassen-Unterkunft in den Bergen. @authentichangingterracesSama Al Khutaim – Heritage Homes: Traditionelle Bergunterkunft nahe Jabal Shams. @samaalkhutaimMisfah Old House: Gästehaus im historischen Bergdorf Misfah Al Abreyeen. @misfaholdhouseBustan Inn (Nizwa): Einfaches, authentisches Gästehaus nahe der Altstadt.Mysk Al Mouj Hotel: Modernes Hotel im neuen Viertel Al Mouj bei Muscat. @myskhotelsSTÄDTE, DÖRFER & KULTUR:Sultan-Qaboos-Moschee (Muscat): Zentrales religiöses Wahrzeichen Omans. @sultanqaboosgrandmosqueMutrah Souq: Traditioneller Markt am Hafen von Muscat. @mutrahsouqAl Alam Palace: Zeremonieller Palast des Sultans in der Altstadt.Nizwa Fort & Souq: Historisches Zentrum Omans mit Markt und Festung. @nizwafortNATUR & ABENTEUER:Jabal Akhdar: Hochplateau mit Dörfern, Terrassenfeldern und Ausblicken. @discoverjabalakhdarJabal Shams: Höchster Berg Omans, bekannt als „Grand Canyon des Oman“. @jabalshams_omanBalcony Walk (Jabal Shams): Panoramawanderung entlang der Schlucht.Misfah Al Abreyeen: Traditionelles Bergdorf RESTAURANTS & FOOD (Muscat):Bait Luban: Klassische omanische Küche nahe Mutrah Souq. @baitloubnan (häufig so geführt, Schreibweise variiert)Lahab Restaurant: Modern interpretierte omanische Küche in Muscat. @lahabrestaurantBukhara House: Afghanisch-pakistanische Küche, bodenständig und intensiv. @bukharahouseTurkish House Restaurant: Fisch, Mezze und sehr gutes Hummus. @turkishhouseomanSweet Sensation Bakery (Muscat): Lokale Bäckerei für süße Snacks und Alltagsgebäck. @sweetsensationoman Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Palmen, Oasen, glasklares Wasser - riesige Sanddünen, gewaltige Canyons & kleine Bergdörfer in einer aufregenden Bergwelt. Der Oman ist ein traumhaftes Reise- und Roadtrip-Land: mysteriös und abenteuerlich, mit viel Raum zum Entdecken, allen Freiheiten und: sicher. Mit extrem guten Straßen und Menschen, die so offen sind, wie man es auf der arabischen Halbinsel nirgends sonst erlebt. Wen auch immer diese Ecke der Welt interessiert: Näher und echter werdet ihr sie kaum erleben als im Oman, der auch seiner großen Vielseitigkeit unser Herz gewonnen hat. Oder schonmal in einem echten Wadi, in der Wüste, am Indischen Ozean und auf den größten Landwirtschafts-Terrassen abseits von Afrika und Asien AN EINEM TAG gewesen? Eben. Abfahrt!Diese Folge entstand mit freundlicher Unterstützung von erlebe: Reisen - einfach näher dran.Unsere Werbepartner findet ihr hier.Kommt zu einer unserer LIVE-Shows:24.2.2026 Hamburg26.2.2026 München11.4.2026 Mannheim (SWR Podcastfestival)Tickets gibt es HIER.Mehr Reisen Reisen gibt es hier.Noch mehr Reisen Reisen gibt es in unserem Newsletter-Magazin.Die Oman-Tipps aus dem Podcast:UNTERKÜNFTE:Hotel Royal Tulip Muscat: Modernes Stadthotel als entspannter Start in Muscat. @royaltulipmuscatAuthentic Hanging Terraces (Jabal Akhdar): Spektakuläre Terrassen-Unterkunft in den Bergen. @authentichangingterracesSama Al Khutaim – Heritage Homes: Traditionelle Bergunterkunft nahe Jabal Shams. @samaalkhutaimMisfah Old House: Gästehaus im historischen Bergdorf Misfah Al Abreyeen. @misfaholdhouseBustan Inn (Nizwa): Einfaches, authentisches Gästehaus nahe der Altstadt.Mysk Al Mouj Hotel: Modernes Hotel im neuen Viertel Al Mouj bei Muscat. @myskhotelsSTÄDTE, DÖRFER & KULTUR:Sultan-Qaboos-Moschee (Muscat): Zentrales religiöses Wahrzeichen Omans. @sultanqaboosgrandmosqueMutrah Souq: Traditioneller Markt am Hafen von Muscat. @mutrahsouqAl Alam Palace: Zeremonieller Palast des Sultans in der Altstadt.Nizwa Fort & Souq: Historisches Zentrum Omans mit Markt und Festung. @nizwafortNATUR & ABENTEUER:Jabal Akhdar: Hochplateau mit Dörfern, Terrassenfeldern und Ausblicken. @discoverjabalakhdarJabal Shams: Höchster Berg Omans, bekannt als „Grand Canyon des Oman“. @jabalshams_omanBalcony Walk (Jabal Shams): Panoramawanderung entlang der Schlucht.Misfah Al Abreyeen: Traditionelles Bergdorf RESTAURANTS & FOOD (Muscat):Bait Luban: Klassische omanische Küche nahe Mutrah Souq. @baitloubnan (häufig so geführt, Schreibweise variiert)Lahab Restaurant: Modern interpretierte omanische Küche in Muscat. @lahabrestaurantBukhara House: Afghanisch-pakistanische Küche, bodenständig und intensiv. @bukharahouseTurkish House Restaurant: Fisch, Mezze und sehr gutes Hummus. @turkishhouseomanSweet Sensation Bakery (Muscat): Lokale Bäckerei für süße Snacks und Alltagsgebäck. @sweetsensationoman Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Stephan Sander-Faes is a professor of history teaching European civilization at the University of Bergen, Norway (faculty profile: https://www4.uib.no/en/find-employees/Stephan.Sander-Faes). His work focuses mainly on post-mediaeval (Central) Europe. He blogs semi-anonymously about European affairs at https://fackel.substack.com/ (click and sign up, it's free). When he's not teaching, he tends to his livestock (follow his sheep at https://bsky.app/profile/ramsesandhisgang.bsky.social). In whatever spare time he has left, he explores our analogue, pre-internet world cataloging his late grandfather's vintage picture postcard collection, which you may as well check out over at https://espc.substack.com. The KunstlerCast theme music is the beautiful Two Rivers Waltz written and performed by Larry Unger