Podcasts about mamma

Nálgast má þáttinn í heild sinni inn á; https://solvitryggva.is/ Helgi Hrafn Gunnarsson er fyrrverandi þingmaður. Í þættinum ræða Sölvi og Helgi um Vísindi, menningarstríðin, slaufunarmenningu og margt margt fleira. Þátturinn er í boði; Caveman - https://www.caveman.global/ Nings - https://nings.is/ Myntkaup - https://myntkaup.is/ Mamma veit best - https://mammaveitbest.is/ Mama Reykjavík - https://mama.is/ Smáríkið - https://smarikid.is/ Ingling - https://ingling.is/  

For litt siden skrev biolog og forfatter Anna Blix et innlegg i Aftenposten om at hun hater å være mamma. Hva mente hun med det?Har du noen spørsmål om kvinnehelse som du trenger svar på? Send det til Frida på epost: hei@fridamarie.noDet er helt nydelig om du spiller det inn som et lydklipp, så vi kan ta det med i podden!Ønsker du å samarbeide med denne podcasten? Ta kontakt med kristin@snakk.asKvinnehelse-merch kan du alltid kjøpe her: https://fridagrande.no/collections/kvinnehelse Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

En este programa, primero de una pequeña serie, escuchamos las voces de los creadores de los principales papeles de algunas de las más conocidas óperas estrenadas a finales del siglo XIX y principios del XX. Grabaciones, como es lógico, de ínfima calidad y normalmente acompañadas al piano y en algún caso abreviadas. Tras cada una de las piezas seguimos la versión que muchos años más tarde grabaron cantantes más modernos. Así tenemos: Exultate y Niun mi tema de Otello de Verdi por Francesco Tamagno y Mario del Monaco respectivamente; Voi lo sapete, o Mamma de Cavalleria rusticana de Mascagni por Gemma Bellincioni y Montserrat Caballé; Aria de La Reina de espadas de Chaikovski por Medea Mei-Finger y Ghena Dimitrova. Pourquoi me reveiller de Werther de Massenet por Ernst Van Dyck y Alfredo Kraus; Aria de las lágrimas de la misma ópera por Marie Dena y Victoria de los Ángeles.Escuchar audio

Flerfaldiga svenska mästaren Lena Gavelin har vunnit det mesta. Men hennes tuffaste lopp hade ingen målgång. I det här avsnittet berättar Lena om tolv år av barnlängtan, kamp, missfall och tvivel på den egna kroppen. Om elitidrottens krav, kommentarerna om kroppen och hur det känns när livet inte går att träna sig till. Till slut blev hon mamma vid 48. Ett ärligt samtal om prestation, kontroll och att hitta hem i sin kropp igen. Tack för att du lyssnar!Följ Spring med Petra & CO i sociala medier:Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/springmedpetraFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/springmedpetraFölj Petra:Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/maratonpetraVill du nå en aktiv och köpstark målgrupp?Bli samarbetspartner till Spring med Petra & CO! Mejla petra.manstrom@gmail.com så snackar vi vidare! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

https://solvitryggva.is/ Þátturinn er í boði; Caveman - https://www.caveman.global/ Nings - https://nings.is/ Myntkaup - https://myntkaup.is/ Mamma veit best - https://mammaveitbest.is/ Mama Reykjavík - https://mama.is/ Smáríkið - https://smarikid.is/ Ingling - https://ingling.is/

Antes de que llegue San Valentín, nosotros celebramos el Día Mundial de la Radio con un programa repleto de noticias culturales.Cristina Moreno nos trae uno de los estrenos de cine de la semana: ‘Cumbres borrascosas’. La lujuria, el amor y la locura son protagonistas en esta adaptación de la famosa novela de Emily Brontë.Viajamos a la Roma de los años 60 con Miren Iza (Tulsa) que dedica su sección a ‘Mamma Roma’. La película sigue a una mujer que tiene un pasado como prostituta y que deja a su hijo al cuidado de otras personas, mientras sufre la explotación de un proxeneta.Hoy bailamos con Jesús Bombín al ritmo de Joaquin Pascual y de su nuevo LP en solitario, 'No hay nada que hacer por el romanticismo'.No hay viernes sin Sprenger Things. Natalia Sprenger nos presenta 'Grito, boda y sangre', una reinterpretación del clásico de Lorca, 'Bodas de sangre'. La obra, concebida desde el punto de vista de una persona sorda, se está representando en el Teatro María Guerrero de Madrid, del Centro Dramático Nacional, hasta el 1 de marzo. Escuchar audio

https://solvitryggva.is/ Jón Ásgeir Jóhannesson er einn þekktasti viðskiptamaður Íslandssögunnar. Á árunum fyrir hrun var Baugur Group fyrirtæki hans með meira en 50 þúsund starfsmenn. Svo kom hrunið, og allt það sem á eftir fylgdi. Í þættinum ræða Sölvi og Jón um feril Jóns, eitt hatrammasta tímabil Íslandssögunnar, dómsmálin, seinni hálfleik og margt fleira. Þátturinn er í boði; Caveman - https://www.caveman.global/ Nings - https://nings.is/ Myntkaup - https://myntkaup.is/ Mamma veit best - https://mammaveitbest.is/ Mama Reykjavík - https://mama.is/ Smáríkið - https://smarikid.is/ Ingling - https://ingling.is/

Katja Hrobat Virloget"Esodo. Il silenzio di chi resta"Traduzione Lucia Gaja ScuteriBottega Errante Edizioniwww.bottegaerranteedizioni.itIo avevo chiesto a casa, avevo fatto delle domande, me lo ricordo, nel '54, '55, perché in prima elementare eravamo in quarantatré, ma ogni giorno mancava qualcuno. E io tornavo a casa e dicevo: “Mamma, non c'è questo e questo, non c'è Vinicio, non c'è Lucio, non c'è più Maria, ma dove sono andati?”. “Ah, sì” mi diceva “vedrai che torneranno”. Ma io ero piccola, vivevamo molto isolati… Guardi, ora le dirò una cosa: io l'esodo l'ho scoperto soltanto quando ho letto i libri di Tomizza. E questo all'Università di Belgrado! Non se ne parlava, ecco.Un'antropologa e ricercatrice indaga le memorie dei rimasti dopo l'esodo: uomini e donne che nei turbolenti anni del secondo dopoguerra non hanno lasciato l'Istria assieme a gran parte della comunità italiana per raggiungere l'Italia; persone che sono rimaste in Jugoslavia e da maggioranza sono diventate minoranza. Voci scomode sia per chi vorrebbe raccontare l'esodo solo come migrazione di vittime sia per chi invece lo intende solo come opzione di scelta. Voci ridotte al silenzio per decenni che finalmente raccontano la propria storia.Nel complesso mosaico di ciò che è stato l'esodo giuliano-dalmata, si inserisce ora un tassello mancante: il racconto dei destini delle persone comuni che rimasero, che si adattarono, che ricostruirono una società assieme a coloro che arrivarono dall'interno della Jugoslavia a colonizzare il “selvaggio West” istriano.Un racconto composto da testimonianze toccanti, raccolte in dieci anni con rigoroso metodo antropologico nell'area litoranea slovena e con un obiettivo principale: abbandonare gli stereotipi e lasciare finalmente parlare il silenzio.Katja Hrobat Virloget  (Koper/Capodistria, 1976) Professoressa ordinaria e direttrice del dipartimento di Antropologia e Studi culturali della facoltà di Studi umanistici dell'Università del Litorale di Koper/Capodistria. Nelle sue ricerche, spesso di carattere interdisciplinare, si occupa di migrazioni e movimenti della popolazione, memoria, identità, patrimonio, folklore e mitologia.Lucia Gaja Scuteri (Lubiana, 1985) Traduttrice freelance e mediatrice culturale. Dopo la laurea in Lingua e letteratura slovena presso l'Università degli Studi di Napoli “L'Orientale”, consegue il dottorato in Storia contemporanea e Linguistica slovena presso l'Università del Litorale di Koper/Capodistria. Si occupa di promozione della letteratura slovena in Italia e all'estero. Per Bottega Errante Edizioni ha tradotto Bestiario di confine di Primož Sturman. Vive tra Napoli, Slovenia e Irlanda.Diventa un supporter di questo podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/il-posto-delle-parole--1487855/support.IL POSTO DELLE PAROLEascoltare fa pensarehttps://ilpostodelleparole.it/

Malin berättar i dagens avsnitt om hennes alkoholmissbruk. Det gick så långt att hon tappade körkortet, levde bland spya på väggarna, piss i kläderna och sedan hamnade på behandlingshem. Efter ett år på behandling kunde Malin också börja om i livet med att arbetspröva och att testa bo själv i en lägenhet igen. Hon kunde slitas mellan saknaden till sina barn, och att hitta styrkan att avstå alkoholen. Det här är hennes historia om hur alkoholen kan slita isär relationer och liv, samt att kunna hitta tillbaka till en vanlig vardag igen.  Besök även Pontus sociala medier: Pontus Josefsson | Podcaster | Lifecoach (@josefssonp) • Foton och videor på Instagram Pontus Josefsson Massage & Coachning, Luleå - Bokadirekt

Le réalisateur Pierre Monnard vient nous parler de son film « Amour Éternel », la comédie musicale suisse la plus populaire de tous les temps. Sorte de Mamma mia suisse, le film nous ramène dans les années 1990. Le film vient de la chanson « Ewigi Liebi », véritable tube en Suisse Alémanique. Sortie […] The post Amour Éternel, La comédie musicale suisse first appeared on Radio Vostok.

Si svolgeranno domani, giovedì 12 febbraio, alle 14.30 nella chiesa di Santa Maria Annunziata di Sovizzo, i funerali di Stefania Dalla Vecchia, scomparsa a soli 35 anni. Mamma di due bambini e giovane moglie, Stefania è stata sopraffatta da un male incurabile che non le ha lasciato scampo.

Le réalisateur Pierre Monnard vient nous parler de son film « Amour Éternel », la comédie musicale suisse la plus populaire de tous les temps. Sorte de Mamma mia suisse, le film nous ramène dans les années 1990. Le film vient de la chanson « Ewigi Liebi », véritable tube en Suisse Alémanique. Sortie […] The post Amour Éternel, La comédie musicale suisse first appeared on Radio Vostok.

https://solvitryggva.is/ Sigmundur Davíð Gunnlaugsson er formaður Miðflokksins og fyrrverandi forsætisráðherra. Í þættinum ræða Sölvi og Sigmundur um samfélagsmál, stjórnmál, rétttrúnað, menningarstríðin og margt fleira. Þátturinn er í boði; Caveman - https://www.caveman.global/ Nings - https://nings.is/ Myntkaup - https://myntkaup.is/ Mamma veit best - https://mammaveitbest.is/ Mama Reykjavík - https://mama.is/ Smáríkið - https://smarikid.is/ Ingling - https://ingling.is/

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

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

VIDEO: La vita di Santa Clelia ➜ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Tmsf_VqiqI&list=PLolpIV2TSebUYAolUy8XGKkkSVK1dUyXFTESTO DELL'ARTICOLO ➜ https://www.bastabugie.it/8448SANTA CLELIA BARBIERI: DAL SERVIZIO IN PARROCCHIA ALLA FONDAZIONE DI UN ISTITUTO di Gianpiero Pettiti Quella di papà e mamma è una contrastata storia d'amore che fa scandalo. Lei, della famiglia più benestante del paese e nipote del medico condotto, va ad innamorarsi di un servo di campagna, di sette anni più giovane di lei. Lo sposa contro la volontà dei suoi e facendosi cacciare di casa, e va a vivere nella catapecchia dei suoceri.L'anno dopo, nel 1847, in contrada Le Budrie di San Giovanni in Persiceto le nasce la prima bimba, Clelia, e tre anni dopo la seconda, Ernestina. Il suo non è stato un capriccio o una semplice infatuazione, ma l'inizio di una famiglia unita, saldamente fondata sul Vangelo. E' grazie a lei e ai suoi insegnamenti che le bimbe crescono, innamorate di Gesù.Dopo appena nove anni di matrimonio papà muore, portato via dal colera, e allora la famiglia di lei si ammorbidisce nei confronti della vedova e delle piccole orfane. Clelia, soprattutto, si dimostra straordinariamente matura, a 11 anni riceve la prima comunione e da quel giorno la sua vita assume un'impronta marcatamente eucaristica. Ha la fortuna di trovare una guida impareggiabile nel giovane parroco, che le fa sentire l'importanza della catechesi, soprattutto verso le persone più semplici e meno acculturate.Nella diocesi di Bologna vengono chiamati "operai della dottrina cristiana" quanti si impegnano con stabilità e continuità a fare catechismo e Clelia, a 14 anni, entra a far parte del gruppo parrocchiale. Sa leggere e scrivere a malapena e quindi viene collocata all'ultimo posto della lista, catechista "di riserva" che dovrà fare un lungo tirocinio prima di essere all'altezza della situazione. Ma Clelia brucia le tappe e diventa presto l'anima del gruppo, che proprio grazie a lei riprende vitalità.Soprattutto con tre "operaie" si stabilisce un'amicizia e una comunità di intenti che le spinge a sostenersi a vicenda nel cammino della perfezione, a istruirsi ed a lavorare insieme. Le quattro amiche cominciano a pensare di vivere insieme, in una piccola comunità che si inserisca come lievito nella vita parrocchiale.Nasce così la "famiglia di Clelia", perseguitata dalle autorità e dalle malelingue, che vive in povertà estrema affidandosi alla Provvidenza, che misuratamente ma costantemente non le fa mancare il necessario per la vita di ogni giorno. In parrocchia comincia a crescere l'ammirazione e la stima per Clelia, che spontaneamente viene chiamata "Madre" a dispetto dei suoi 22 anni: è un implicito riconoscimento del fascino che esercita e dell'autorità che le è riconosciuta.Mentre la "famiglia" cresce, comincia a declinare la salute di Clelia, in preda alla tubercolosi. Muore il 13 luglio 1870, promettendo di essere sempre presente tra le sue "sorelle" alle quali neppure ha dato un nome. Ha 23 anni appena, è la più giovane fondatrice della Chiesa, ma "vede" e "sente" l'espandersi di quella sua piccola comunità, alla quale verrà poi dato il nome di Minime dell'Addolorata.Nel primo anniversario della morte, le "sorelle" riunite nella camera in cui è spirata sentono per la prima volta la voce di Clelia che prega insieme a loro. Un fenomeno che, da allora in poi, si è ripetuto ed è stato documentato più di 150 volte, segno meraviglioso della comunione dei santi che lega quelli che sono quaggiù a quelli che già sono lassù.Clelia Barbieri è stata proclamata beata da Paolo VI nel 1968 e canonizzata da Giovanni Paolo II nel 1989.Nota di BastaBugie: per approfondire la vita di Santa Clelia leggiamo la sua biografia dal sito del Dicastero delle Cause dei Santi.Clelia Barbieri nacque il 13 febbraio 1847 nella contrada volgarmente chiamata le "Budrie", appartenente civilmente al comune di S. Giovanni in Persiceto (BO), ecclesiasticamente alla Archidiocesi di Bologna, da Giuseppe Barbieri e Giacinta Nannetti.I genitori erano di censo diverso: Giuseppe Barbieri proveniva dalla famiglia quasi più povera delle "Budrie", mentre Giacinta dalla famiglia più in vista; lui garzone dello zio di Giacinta, medico condotto del luogo, lei la figlia di Pietro Nannetti benestante.Per il matrimonio contro corrente, Giacinta benestante sposò la povertà di un bracciante e da una casa agiata passò ad abitare nella umilissima casetta di Sante Barbieri, papà di Giuseppe; tuttavia si costituì una famiglia cementata sulla roccia della fede e della pratica cristiana.Al battesimo amministratole lo stesso giorno della nascita, per espresso volere della mamma, la neonata ricevette i nomi di Clelia, Rachele, Maria.La mamma insegnò precocemente alla piccola Clelia ad amare Dio fino a farle desiderare di essere santa. Un giorno Clelia le domandò: "Mamma, come posso essere santa?" Per tempo la Clelia imparò pure l'arte del cucire, di filare e tessere la canapa, il prodotto caratteristico della campagna persicetese.All'età di 8 anni, durante l'epidemia colerica del 1855 Clelia perdette il babbo. Con la morte del babbo, per generosità dello zio medico, la mamma, Clelia e la piccola sorellina Ernestina passarono ad abitare in una casa più accogliente vicino alla chiesa parrocchiale.Per Clelia le giornate divennero più santificate. Chiunque avesse voluto incontrarla poteva trovarla immancabilmente o a casa, a filare o cucire, o in chiesa a pregare.Sebbene era nell'uso del tempo accostarsi per la prima volta alla Comunione quasi adulti, Clelia per la sua precoce preparazione catechistica e spirituale vi fu ammessa il 17 giugno 1858, a soli undici anni.Fu un giorno decisivo per il suo futuro, perché visse la sua prima esperienza mistica: contrizione eccezionale dei peccati propri e altrui.Premette su di lei l'angoscia del peccato che crocifigge Gesù e addolora la Madonna.Dal giorno della prima Comunione, il Crocifisso e la Madonna Addolorata ispireranno la sua spiritualità.In pari tempo ebbe una intuizione interiore del suo futuro nella duplice linea contemplativa e attiva.In adorazione dinanzi al Tabernacolo appariva come una statua immobile, assorta in preghiera; a casa era la compagna maggiore delle ragazze costrette al lavoro. Con maturità precoce all'età trovava nel lavoro il suo primo modo di rapporto con le ragazze, poiché alle "Budrie" il lavorare, specialmente la canapa, era l'unica fonte per tirare avanti la vita.Ma Clelia vi aggiungeva qualcosa che nell'ambiente era particolarmente suo: lavorare con gioia, con amore, pregando, pensando a Dio e addirittura parlando di Dio.Clelia non è Marta che si affaccenda tutta presa dal servizio per le cose del mondo, tuttavia si prodiga compiutamente, appassionatamente al servizio delle creature più amate da Gesù, i poveri, tanto che le sue tenere mani portano i segni della più dura fatica.Clelia non è Maria che tutto lascia, esclude e abbandona per immobilizzarsi estatica nel gesto di devozione e di amore. Eppure non ha altro pensiero, non ha altri affetti e si muove e cammina immersa in Lui, come una sonnambula.Cammina nell'amore, si dà tutta all'Amore, senza risparmio. Dimentica il suo corpo, anzi lo ignora. È felice di appartenere al Signore e la sua felicità sta appunto nel non avere altro pensiero che Lui. Qualcosa però la spinge ad andare verso gli uomini, quelli più miseri e bisognosi, che aspettano una testimonianza di carità.Una fede ardente la consuma e sente che "deve andare" dividere e distribuire se stessa alle creature del suo Signore. Adora la solitudine che le consente di concentrarsi alla ricerca del pieno possesso di Dio, ma esce dalla sua casa, si lancia nel mondo, forzata dalla carità.Nella Chiesa bolognese, per combattere la noncuranza religiosa, specialmente degli uomini, vi erano gli "Operai della dottrina cristiana". Alle "Budrie" il gruppo era animato da un maestro molto anziano.Clelia volle essere e fu Operaia della dottrina cristiana. Alle "Budrie" la catechesi si rinnovò col suo inserimento che trascinò pure altre compagne di uguali sentimenti.Al principio Clelia fu ammessa come sottomaestra e era l'ultima ruota del carro, ma ben presto rivelò insospettate capacità tanto che gli stessi anziani si facevano suoi discepoli.Respinte non poche lusinghiere proposte di matrimonio, la comitiva di ragazze che facevano capo a Clelia concepì la prima idea di un nucleo di giovinette votate alla vita contemplativa e apostolica; un servizio che doveva scaturire dall'Eucarestia, doveva consumarsi nella Comunione quotidiana e sublimarsi nella istruzione dei contadini e dei braccianti del luogo.L'idea non poté realizzarsi subito per le vicende politiche dopo l'unità d'Italia del 1866-67.Si poté attuare il 1° maggio 1868 allorché, sopite le questioni ambientali e burocratiche, Clelia con le sue amiche poterono ritirarsi nella casa cosiddetta del maestro, ove cioè fino allora si erano radunati gli Operai della dottrina cristiana.Fu l'inizio umile della famiglia religiosa di Clelia Barbieri che i superiori in seguito chiameranno "Suore Minime dell'Addolorata".Minime per la grande devozione che la Beata Clelia ebbe al santo Minimo Romito di Paola, S. Francesco, patrono e provvido protettore della nascente comunità; dell'Addolorata, perché la Madonna Addolorata era veneratissima alle "Budrie" e perché era il titolo della Madonna preferito dalla

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

Nálgast má þáttinn í heild sinni inn á; https://solvitryggva.is/ Ingibjörg Stefánsdóttir er yogakennari og athafnakona sem hefur átt og rekið YogaShala í meira en 20 ár. Í þættinum fara Sölvi og Ingibjörg yfir magnaða sögu Ingibjargar, Eurovision, bíómyndir, yoga, ferðirnar til Indlands og margt fleira. Þátturinn er í boði; Caveman - https://www.caveman.global/ Nings - https://nings.is/ Myntkaup - https://myntkaup.is/ Mamma veit best - https://mammaveitbest.is/ Mama Reykjavík - https://mama.is/ Smáríkið - https://smarikid.is/ Ingling - https://ingling.is/  

Nadja är bara 14 år gammal när mamma Mirja försvinner spårlöst i Värnamo i oktober 1995. Vart har mamma tagit vägen? Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radios app. Nadjas mamma Mirja har varit borta många gånger förut – ibland flera dagar i rad. Mamma kommer nog tillbaka när hon lugnat ner sig och nyktrat till, tänker Nadja.Men veckorna går och Nadja väntar på att mamma ska komma tillbaka. Hon kämpar med känslor av skuld och ilska. Deras sista möte slutade i ett gräl. 30 år efter mamma Mirjas spårlösa försvinnande snurrar frågorna fortfarande i Nadjas huvud: vad var det egentligen som hände? Kommer hon någonsin få veta sanningen om sin försvunna mamma – och hur ska hon kunna gå vidare om hon inte gör det?Medverkande: Nadja NiemeläRebecca Stenberg, räddningsforskare vid Linköpings universitetTessan Jigfjord, Missing People JönköpingEtt program av Niki Bergman niki.bergman@sverigesradio.seProducent: Maiju Ristkari och Lotta HoppuManus: Niki Bergman och Tiina Laitila KälvemarkBerättare: Ramin FarzinSlutmix: Björn NitzlerProgrammet gjordes vintern 2025/2026.Programmet innehåller berättelser om våld i nära relationer och psykisk ohälsa. Behöver du hjälp eller stöd? Du hittar kontaktuppgifter till olika stödlinjer nedan. Vid livshotande situationer, ring alltid 112.Fler dokumentärer från Sveriges Radio Finska hittar du här.

Dario Sansone, cantautore, regista, illustratore e voce principale dei Foja, propone un'esperienza artistica che unisce armoniosamente musica e immagini. In questo incontro ci parla del suo nuovo singolo, "Restiamo in piedi".

https://solvitryggva.is/ Magnús Scheving er einn merkilegasti frumkvöðull Íslandssögunnar. Leikfimikennarinn sem endaði á sjónvarpsskjám milljóna manna um allan heim. Hér fara Magnús og Sölvi yfir ótrúlega atburðarrás Latabæjar, þar sem Magnús var með nánast stanslausa dagskrá frá morgni til kvölds á hverjum einasta degi í áraraðir. Þakklætið yfir því að sjá börn í Suður-Ameríku drekka í sig boðskap Íþróttaálfsins, hvað þarf að hafa til brunns að bera sem frumkvöðull, lykilatriðin í að vera hamingjusamur í lífinu og fleira og fleira. Þátturinn er í boði; Caveman - https://www.caveman.global/ Nings - https://nings.is/ Myntkaup - https://myntkaup.is/ Mamma veit best - https://mammaveitbest.is/ Mama Reykjavík - https://mama.is/ Smáríkið - https://smarikid.is/ Ingling - https://ingling.is/

Nuova puntata di Favole nel traffico in cui andiamo ad ascoltare e a leggere i messaggi degli ascoltatori e delle ascoltatrici del podcast!Se ancora non l'hai fatto, acquista subito il nostro nuovo libro! LINK AMAZON: https://amzn.eu/d/i5SocCKRicordati di cliccare il tasto SEGUI e lasciare una recensione al podcast di 5 STELLE!Ciao, alla prossima avventura!Maestro Lorenzo

Ti è mai capitato di sentirti una ladra perché stavi dedicando del tempo a te stessa? In questa puntata parto da un ricordo personale: un viaggio in treno verso un addio al nubilato, schiacciata dal peso di un senso di colpa che definivo 'superfluo'. Esploriamo meglio il malinteso culturale che ci vuole annullate per essere definite 'buone madri'. Parliamo di come la tua salute psicofisica non sia un lusso, ma l'asset più importante per la tua famiglia e la tua carriera. Perché proteggere la tua luce è l'unico modo per illuminare la strada a chi ami.Che ne pensi? Riascolta la puntata 23 per intero se ti interessa questo tema!----Mamme in Carriera è un PODCAST di Elisabetta Pesenti. La quarta stagione è ideata scritta e prodotta da Elisabetta Pesenti e Dimitrij ZanussoSound design e post-produzione sono di Elisabetta Pesenti e Dimitrij Zanusso.Le sigle sono originali... nel senso che le abbiamo fatte noi...Altre musiche no. Sono su licenza Epidemic Sound ---Per entrare in contatto con noi, farci domande o sostenere il nostro lavoro scrivi a info@elisabettapesenti.com o su IG elisabettapesenti_coach---È vietata qualsiasi utilizzazione, totale o parziale, dei contenuti inseriti nel presente podcast "Mamme in Carriera", ivi inclusa la memorizzazione, riproduzione, rielaborazione, diffusione o distribuzione dei contenuti stessi mediante qualunque modalità off-line o piattaforma tecnologica, supporto o rete telematica, senza previa autorizzazione scritta di Elisabetta Pesenti, che ha ideato e scritto i testi e detiene tutti i diritti. Le riproduzioni di brani di opere effettuate nel presente podcast hanno esclusivo scopo di critica, discussione e ricerca nei limiti stabiliti dall'art. 70 della Legge 633/1941 sul diritto d'autore.

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https://solvitryggva.is/ Guðlaugur Victor Pálsson fékk samning hjá Liverpool aðeins 17 ára gamall og var einn efnilegasti leikmaður sem sést hafði lengi á Íslandi. En æska hans var erfiðari en hjá flestum. Í dag er hann orðinn fastamaður í landsliðinu og hefur verið fyrirliði síðustu tveggja liða sem hann hefur spilað með. Hér ræða hann og Sölvi um hæðirnar, lægðirnar, rasisma, drauminn um að fara á stórmót með Íslandi og margt margt fleira. Þátturinn er í boði; Caveman - https://www.caveman.global/ Nings - https://nings.is/ Myntkaup - https://myntkaup.is/ Mamma veit best - https://mammaveitbest.is/ Mama Reykjavík - https://mama.is/ Smáríkið - https://smarikid.is/ Ingling - https://ingling.is/

Uno studio italiano pubblicato su Scientific Reports mostra che quando una mamma e il suo bambino di 9 mesi si guardano negli occhi, i loro cervelli si sincronizzano, lavorando come se fossero una cosa sola. In questa puntata di Obiettivo Salute risveglio, insieme al professor Livio Provenzi, psicologo e direttore del Laboratorio di Psicobiologia dello Sviluppo dell'Università di Pavia e della Fondazione IRCCS Mondino, esploriamo come questa connessione cerebrale si sviluppa, come reagisce quando l'interazione viene interrotta e quali gesti quotidiani possono aiutare i genitori a rafforzare il legame e la plasticità del cervello del bambino.

https://solvitryggva.is/ Sölvi og Frosti hittast hér á nýjan leik og fara yfir allt það helsta í samfélagsmálunum. Þátturinn er í boði; Caveman - https://www.caveman.global/ Nings - https://nings.is/ Myntkaup - https://myntkaup.is/ Mamma veit best - https://mammaveitbest.is/ Mama Reykjavík - https://mama.is/ Smáríkið - https://smarikid.is/ Ingling - https://ingling.is/

https://solvitryggva.is/ Hlédís Maren Guðmundsdóttir er félagsfræðingur og fyrrverandi blaðamaður sem vakið hefur mikla athygli fyrir skrif sín og skoðanir undanfarið. Í þættinum ræða Sölvi og Hlédís um samfélagsmál, skoðanakúgun, jafnrétti, rétttrúnað og margt fleira. Þátturinn er í boði; Caveman - https://www.caveman.global/ Nings - https://nings.is/ Myntkaup - https://myntkaup.is/ Mamma veit best - https://mammaveitbest.is/ Mama Reykjavík - https://mama.is/ Smáríkið - https://smarikid.is/ Ingling - https://ingling.is/

This week on Growing Beth has been affronted by a few too many unsolicited and (quite frankly rude) comments about her beautiful and growing body (carrying twins no less) so this is a PSA to pipe down in the cheap seats and leave pregnant women aaaaalone. No notes. Lil's playing bed tetris trying to figure out sleeping arrangements for her toddler and making sleep (sort of) work in her household with a baby on the way. Recipes:Hot chook mad? Check out @nataliechassay ‘One Chook Three Salads' Series @villageformama  Chicken & Quinoa Stew – nourishing, grounding, and perfect for the postpartum season (or any season, really).Recommendations@piyama_co Pajamas – Lil (on behalf of Beth and herself) is voting PJs as self-care essentials. They're soft, cute, and perfect for your postpartum cocoon. Shop PiyamaLauren Sissons' Fruit & Veg Memory Game – A gorgeous and fun way to play with your little one: Shop the Memory GameWe're so glad to have you here — truly.If you loved the episode, leave us a review, share with your mum club, or tag us over on Instagram:@growingthepodcast | @lillian.beth | @birthwithbeth_

https://solvitryggva.is/ Jónína Guðný Elísabetardóttir er teymisstjóri á meðferðarheimilinu á Krýsuvík. Hún leiddist sjálf ung í neyslu, en fann tilganginn með því að byrja að vinna með útigangsfólki og fólki í fíknivanda. Í þættinum fara Sölvi og Dúa yfir sögu hennar, starfið á Krýsuvík, Svett, sjálfsvinnu og margt margt fleira. Þátturinn er í boði; Caveman - https://www.caveman.global/ Nings - https://nings.is/ Myntkaup - https://myntkaup.is/ Mamma veit best - https://mammaveitbest.is/ Mama Reykjavík - https://mama.is/ Smáríkið - https://smarikid.is/ Ingling - https://ingling.is/

Yoversion Podcast #149 – February 2026 with John Jones Special Guestmix: Josh Holland (Ibiza Resident) TRACKLISTING Coflo & Lee Wilson -We Gonna Make It “Coflo’s Make Em Bounce Mix” // Local Talk Endless High – Amirali // Melopee Records THE HOTSPOT Floorplan – You’re A Shining Star // Fabric Records HUGEL, Ultra Naté – Free (You Got To Live) // Cr2 Records BACK IN THE BOX Alex Agore – Mizz Honey // Say Ahh Records RUZE – I’ll Be Your // South Records Wh0 – Can’t Stop // Toolroom 3-ON-THE-SPIN Cody Currie – Better “Deeper Mix” // Freerange Isaac Carter, Callum Asa – Feel Me “Twisted Dub” // Rhythm Section Huxley – EVRYBDY // HE.She.THEY Syncia & CASH ONLY – Surrender // Famous When Dead Pig Snatchers & Warren Peaty – In My House // White Label Your SHOUT! (Jo Cartwright, High Wycombe) Cristoph – String Thing // Consequence of Society Cromby, Niki K – I’m Coming Back // Life & Death Supernova – The Night Trip // Lapsus Music THE CLASSIC TRACK Tom Tom Club – Genius Of Love // Island Records Special Guestmix: Josh Holland (Ibiza Resident) Just Jam – White Lines (Edit) Osunlade – Mamma’ Groove (Jimpster’s Hip Replacement Mix) Funky Green Dogs – Reach For Me (Long Ass Mix) Tino – Di Amore Cosenza – Deelicious Jesse Maas – Odd Cuba – Take Me Dj Stear – The Truth is Out There Demarzo – Chewy Klaudie – Keep It Going (Kellie Allen Remix) Alex Neri, Kamasutra, Corina Joseph – Burnin’ Tucillo, Mona Lee, The Checkup – Sometimes it Hurts Manuel Darquart – Track A Chloe Caillet, PPJ, Make a Dance – Everybody (Make a Dance Remix) Our February Podcast is now available You can subscribe & stream below from the following platforms iTunes https://itunes.apple.com/gb/podcast/yoversion-records-podcast/id719089758?mt=2

E dopo il punto sulle terre rare di cui troverete altri dettagli nel servizio di Angelo Paura, oggi passiamo subito alla cronaca con l'inviata Claudia Guasco e la scoperta di una rete internazionale dei black bloc, gli antagonisti armati dei cortei, quindi torniamo sul rogo di Crans Montana con l'inviata Laura Pace che ha intervistato la mamma di una delle giovani vittime, apriamo l'ampia pagina di sport con la giornata di Massimo Boccucci e a seguire il Lunedì di Sorrentino, lo sguardo irriverente sulla serie A di calcio.

https://solvitryggva.is/ Þátturinn er í boði; Caveman - https://www.caveman.global/ Nings - https://nings.is/ Myntkaup - https://myntkaup.is/ Mamma veit best - https://mammaveitbest.is/ Mama Reykjavík - https://mama.is/ Smáríkið - https://smarikid.is/ Ingling - https://ingling.is/

O Igrzyskach we Włoszech zrobiło się głośniej, kiedy Amerykanie potwierdzili, że do Włoch wybierają się agenci ICE Urzędu ds. Imigracji i Egzekwowania Ceł, by wziąć udział w zabezpieczeniu igrzysk. Ostatnio nasilają się protesty wobec ICE i Straży Granicznej, które są krytykowane za brutalne metody działania. Deklaracja udziału ICE spotkała się z gwałtowną krytyką Włochów. Mamma mija, to jest milicja, która zabija, drą kopary Italiańce. Ciekawe czy zjawi się tam sławny już z działań w Minessocie szef patrolu granicznego Greg Bovio. Powinien, pasuje do Włoch, bo w tym swoim mundurze wygląda jak siostrzeniec Mussoliniego. Dzieci włoskie będą krzyczeć; mamma, mamma Benito arriva, Mussolini przybył.

https://solvitryggva.is/ Það er óhætt að kalla Erp Eyvindarson guðföður íslensku rappsenunnar. Maðurinn sem hefur alltaf farið eigin leiðir og gert það sem honum sýnist mætir hér í viðtal til Sölva þar sem þeir ræða allt frá anarkisma og ferðalögum, yfir í partý, tónlist og tilgang lífsins.Þátturinn er í boði; Caveman - https://www.caveman.global/ Nings - https://nings.is/ Myntkaup - https://myntkaup.is/ Mamma veit best - https://mammaveitbest.is/ Mama Reykjavík - https://mama.is/ Smáríkið - https://smarikid.is/ Ingling - https://ingling.is/

Nálgast má þáttinn í heild sinni inn á; https://solvitryggva.is/ Þorgils Eiður Einarsson er atvinnumaður í bardagaíþróttum sem býr í Tælandi. Í þættinum fara Sölvi og Þorgils yfir stórmerkilega sögu Þorgils, þar sem segja má að íþróttirnar hafi í raun bjargað honum frá því að fara í ranga átt. Þeir ræða einnig aga, keppnisskap, ólíka lífshætti hinum megin á hnettinum og margt margt fleira. Þátturinn er í boði; Caveman - https://www.caveman.global/ Nings - https://nings.is/ Myntkaup - https://myntkaup.is/ Mamma veit best - https://mammaveitbest.is/ Mama Reykjavík - https://mama.is/ Smáríkið - https://smarikid.is/ Ingling - https://ingling.is/  

https://solvitryggva.is/ Jóhann Kristófer Stefánsson er tónlistarmaður sem vakið hefur verðskuldaða athygli á undanförnum árum. Í þættinum ræða Sölvi og Joey um listina, samfélagsmál, andlega vakningu og margt margt fleira. Þátturinn er í boði; Caveman - https://www.caveman.global/ Nings - https://nings.is/ Myntkaup - https://myntkaup.is/ Mamma veit best - https://mammaveitbest.is/ Mama Reykjavík - https://mama.is/ Smáríkið - https://smarikid.is/ Ingling - https://ingling.is/

Nálgast má þáttinn í heild sinni inn á; https://solvitryggva.is/ Hera Gísladóttir er heilsumarkþjálfi og stjörnuspekingur. Í þættinum ræða Sölvi og Hera um sjálfsábyrgð, heilsu, stjörnuspeki, uppeldi á börnum og margt margt fleira. Þátturinn er í boði; Caveman - https://www.caveman.global/ Nings - https://nings.is/ Myntkaup - https://myntkaup.is/ Mamma veit best - https://mammaveitbest.is/ Mama Reykjavík - https://mama.is/ Smáríkið - https://smarikid.is/ Ingling - https://ingling.is/  

Vom rechten Straßenkampf zur Mutterikone im Palazzo Chigi: Giorgia Meloni vereint Macht, Mutterschaft und Nationalstolz. Wie verbindet sich die Inszenierung weiblicher Autorität mit dem Aufstieg einer neuen, emotional aufgeladenen Rechten in Italien? Albath, Maike www.deutschlandfunk.de, Essay und Diskurs

När Inger och hennes syster söker sin mors ursprung avslöjas hemligheten. Mamma är adopterad. Ett kuvert avslöjar till sist sanningen om mammans rötter. Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radios app. När sanningen om mammans adoption avslöjas vill hon inte prata om det. Och inte heller söka ett svar på var hon kommer ifrån. Det kommer att ta till efter hennes död innan ett kuvert dyker upp och avslöjar sanningen.Har du avslöjat en familjehemlighet som förändrat ditt liv? Hör då av dig till programmet och Gunilla Nordlund så kan din berättelse bli ett nytt avsnitt av serien. Maila till familjehemligheten@sverigesradio.seProducent för serien är Ola Hemström.

Hai mai provato a tradurre una parola italiana nella tua lingua e scoprire che non esiste un equivalente? La lingua italiana è ricca di termini così specifici che semplicemente non hanno una traduzione diretta in altre lingue. Conoscere queste parole ti aiuterà ad arricchire il tuo vocabolario e a comprendere meglio la cultura italiana. 13 Parole Italiane INTRADUCIBILI in Altre Lingue Cosa Significa "Parola Intraducibile"? Una parola è considerata intraducibile quando esprime un concetto, un'emozione o una situazione così specifica che nelle altre lingue servirebbero molte parole per spiegarla. L'italiano ne possiede numerose, e questo testimonia la straordinaria ricchezza della cultura italiana. Queste parole raccontano storie, tradizioni e abitudini quotidiane profondamente radicate nel tessuto sociale italiano. 1. Mamma Mia Pronuncia: /ˈmam-ma ˈmi-a/ Significato: Esclamazione universale che può esprimere sorpresa, spavento, ammirazione, esasperazione, gioia o disperazione. È l'invocazione istintiva della figura materna nei momenti di emozione intensa. Esempi d'uso: "Mamma mia, che spavento mi hai fatto! Non ti avevo sentito entrare." "Mamma mia, che bello questo quadro!" "Non è possibile che tu abbia sbagliato a mandare una mail! Sei proprio distratto, mamma mia." Curiosità su Mamma Mia Fuori dall'Italia questa espressione è diventata quasi una parodia dell'italianità, utilizzata in film, canzoni e pubblicità. Tuttavia, resta genuinamente usata dagli italiani in ogni contesto quotidiano. La sua versatilità la rende unica: può adattarsi a qualsiasi emozione intensa, dalla gioia più grande alla frustrazione più profonda. 2. Mammone Pronuncia: /mam-ˈmo-ne/ Significato: Un uomo adulto ancora molto legato alla madre, che spesso vive ancora con lei, si fa accudire e chiede il suo consiglio per ogni decisione importante. Esempio d'uso: "Non voglio uscire con lui: è un mammone. A 38 anni vive ancora con la madre e lei gli prepara ancora la valigia quando va in vacanza." Curiosità sul Mammone L'inglese "mama's boy" è un'espressione più debole, usata principalmente per i bambini. Il mammone italiano descrive invece un fenomeno sociale adulto. L'Italia registra una delle percentuali più alte in Europa di uomini adulti che vivono con i genitori. Questo termine riflette l'importanza della famiglia nella cultura italiana e il forte legame intergenerazionale, pur avendo spesso una connotazione negativa nel contesto delle relazioni sentimentali. 3. Culaccino Pronuncia: /ku-lat-ˈtʃi-no/ Significato: Il segno circolare che lascia un bicchiere bagnato o freddo sulla superficie di un tavolo. Esiste una parola italiana specifica per questo fenomeno quotidiano. Esempio d'uso: "Metti un sottobicchiere! Non voglio culaccini sul mio tavolo nuovo." Curiosità sul Culaccino Questa parola sorprende spesso chi studia italiano, poiché dimostra l'attenzione della lingua italiana per i dettagli della vita quotidiana. Il termine deriva da "culo" (inteso come la parte finale di qualcosa). È un esempio di come la lingua italiana sappia essere precisa e descrittiva anche per i fenomeni più comuni. 4. Spaghettata Pronuncia: /spa-get-ˈta-ta/ Significato: Una mangiata conviviale e informale di spaghetti, spesso improvvisata a tarda notte dopo un'uscita. Si fa in casa, con gli amici, con quello che c'è in dispensa: aglio olio e peperoncino, pomodoro, amatriciana. Esempio d'uso: "Dopo il cinema siamo andati tutti a casa di Marco per una spaghettata di mezzanotte." Curiosità sulla Spaghettata La spaghettata rappresenta un rito di amicizia tipicamente italiano. Non è un pasto formale, ma un momento spontaneo di condivisione, spesso legato alla fame notturna dopo una serata fuori. Incarna lo spirito italiano di convivialità e l'importanza del cibo come momento di unione sociale, anche nelle situazioni più informali. 5. Attaccabottoni Pronuncia: /at-tak-ka-bot-ˈto-ni/ Significato: Persona noiosa che ti blocca per raccontarti cose di cui non ti importa nulla, che non capisce quando vuoi andartene, che attacca conversazioni interminabili senza accorgersi del tuo disagio. Esempio d'uso: "Evita la signora del terzo piano, è un'attaccabottoni tremenda: l'ultima volta mi ha tenuto mezz'ora sulle scale a parlarmi dei suoi acciacchi." Curiosità sull'Attaccabottoni Il termine deriva dall'immagine di qualcuno che ti "attacca" metaforicamente ai bottoni della giacca, impedendoti di andartene. Non esiste un equivalente preciso in altre lingue che catturi questa sfumatura di persona invadente ma non necessariamente maleducata, semplicemente inconsapevole del fastidio che provoca. 6. Passeggiata Pronuncia: /pas-sed-ˈdʒa-ta/ Significato: Una camminata lenta e piacevole, senza meta precisa né fretta. Non è esercizio fisico né spostamento utilitaristico: è un rituale sociale, un modo di stare insieme, di vedere e farsi vedere, di godersi l'aria e il paesaggio. Esempio d'uso: "Dopo cena facciamo due passi? Una passeggiata sul lungomare ci farà bene." Curiosità sulla Passeggiata La passeggiata serale è un'istituzione nei paesi italiani. Non si tratta semplicemente di "fare una camminata" (walk in inglese), ma di un vero e proprio rituale sociale. È il momento in cui le famiglie escono, i giovani si incontrano, gli anziani chiacchierano sulle panchine. Rappresenta un modo di vivere lo spazio pubblico tipicamente mediterraneo. 7. Abbiocco Pronuncia: /ab-ˈbjɔk-ko/ Significato: La sensazione di sonnolenza che arriva dopo aver mangiato abbondantemente, specialmente a pranzo. È quella voglia irresistibile di riposare che segue un pasto particolarmente ricco. Esempio d'uso: "Dopo quel pranzo di Natale mi è venuto un abbiocco pazzesco, ho dormito tre ore sul divano." Curiosità sull'Abbiocco In inglese esiste l'espressione colloquiale "food coma", ma non è un termine ufficiale del dizionario. L'abbiocco italiano invece è una parola riconosciuta che descrive un'esperienza comune nella cultura italiana, dove i pasti rappresentano momenti importanti di condivisione familiare e sociale. È particolarmente frequente dopo il tradizionale pranzo della domenica. 8. Pennichella Pronuncia: /pen-ni-ˈkɛl-la/ Significato: Il breve sonnellino pomeridiano, più corto e informale della siesta spagnola. Si fa sul divano, sulla poltrona, a volte persino alla scrivania. È un cedimento dolce alla stanchezza del primo pomeriggio. Esempio d'uso: "Dopo pranzo mi concedo sempre una pennichella di venti minuti, poi sono come nuovo." Curiosità sulla Pennichella A differenza della siesta spagnola, che è un riposo più strutturato, la pennichella italiana è breve e informale. Il termine ha un suono affettuoso e diminutivo che ne sottolinea la natura leggera. È spesso il naturale seguito dell'abbiocco, una piccola pausa rigenerante che fa parte del ritmo quotidiano italiano. 9. Figuraccia Pronuncia: /fi-gu-ˈrat-tʃa/ Significato: Una brutta figura portata all'estremo, un momento di imbarazzo pubblico intenso. È la vergogna sociale, l'errore che tutti vedono, lo scivolone che ti perseguiterà nei ricordi. Esempio d'uso: "Ho chiamato la mia professoressa 'mamma' davanti a tutta la classe: che figuraccia!" Curiosità sulla Figuraccia La figuraccia è strettamente legata al concetto di "bella figura", fondamentale nella cultura italiana. Mentre "fare bella figura" significa presentarsi al meglio, la figuraccia rappresenta l'opposto estremo: un momento di imbarazzo pubblico che può perseguitare una persona per anni. Il suffisso "-accia" (peggiorativo) intensifica il concetto di brutta figura. 10. Arrangiarsi Pronuncia: /ar-ran-ˈdʒar-si/ Significato: L'arte italiana per eccellenza: cavarsela con i mezzi a disposizione, improvvisare soluzioni creative quando le risorse scarseggiano. Non è solo sopravvivenza, ma una forma di intelligenza pratica che trasforma i limiti in opportunità. Esempio d'uso: "Non avevo gli ingredienti giusti per la carbonara, ma mi sono arrangiato con quello che c'era in frigo ed è venuta buona lo stesso." Curiosità su Arrangiarsi Arrangiarsi è legato a una filosofia di vita pragmatica e anticonformista tipicamente italiana. Non si tratta semplicemente di "fare con quello che si ha", ma di una vera e propria capacità di adattamento creativo. Questo concetto riflette la storia italiana, dove le persone hanno spesso dovuto trovare soluzioni ingegnose in situazioni difficili. 11. Dietrologia Pronuncia: /dje-tro-lo-ˈdʒi-a/ Significato: La tendenza a cercare significati nascosti, complotti o secondi fini dietro ogni evento. È l'abitudine di non credere alla versione ufficiale dei fatti e di supporre che ci sia sempre "qualcosa dietro". Esempio d'uso: "Secondo lui non esistono coincidenze, è un dietrologo convinto: pensa che anche il maltempo sia un complotto." Curiosità sulla Dietrologia Questa parola nasce dalla fusione di "dietro" e il suffisso "-logia" (come in "psicologia" o "biologia"), significando letteralmente "la scienza di ciò che sta dietro". È nata in Italia negli anni '70 durante gli anni di piombo, un periodo di instabilità politica che ha generato diffidenza verso le versioni ufficiali degli eventi. Oggi si usa anche ironicamente. Non esiste un equivalente preciso in altre lingue: "conspiracy theory" indica la teoria stessa, non l'abitudine mentale di cercarla. 12. Gattamorta Pronuncia: /gat-ta-ˈmɔr-ta/ Significato: Persona, tradizionalmente una donna, che finge innocenza, timidezza o ingenuità per ottenere ciò che vuole. Appare docile e inoffensiva, ma in realtà è calcolatrice e astuta. Esempio d'uso: "Non fidarti di lei, fa la gattamorta ma sa esattamente quello che fa." Curiosità sulla Gattamorta

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