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Nálgast má þáttinn í heild sinni inn á; https://solvitryggva.is/ Þór Guðnason hefur í áraraðir unnið við að hjálpa fólki að bæta heilsu sína. Hann er yogakennari og einkaþjálfari og hefur sótt sér þekkingu um allan heim. Í þessum þætti ræða Sölvi og Þór um heilsu, andlega vakningu, hugvíkkandi efni, samfélagskerfið 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/

Mamma, företagsledaren, systern, popstjärnan, farmor, chefen, sjuksköterskan, kusinen, fotbollsspelaren, granntanten. Så här på internationella kvinnodagen undrar vi vem som är din kvinnliga förebild. Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radios app. Vem är kvinnan - eller flickan - som haft en stor betydelse för dig, som gett dig kraft, lugn, mod, trygghet, en tro på dig själv? Kanske är det någon i din närhet, som lärarinnan, bonusmamman, moster, kassörskan i matbutiken, farmor, storasyster.Eller är det någon du inte alls känner som blivit din förebild? Kvinnan som kom till Sverige som flykting och nu är en framgångsrik företagsledare, Astrid Lindgren, Robyn, föreståndarinnan på ålderdomshemmet, skådespelerskan som är FN-ambassadör?Så här på Internationella kvinnodagen så vill vi gärna höra om den där kvinnan som du alltid beundrat, som blivit din förebild.Kvinnliga förebilder i Karlavagnen med Li SkarinRing oss, mejla på karlavagnen@sverigesradio.se eller skriv till oss på Facebook eller Instagram. Slussen öppnar kl 21:00 och programmet börjar kl 21:40.

E oggi dopo l'apertura sul conflitto, vi segnaliamo l'editoriale della domenica del direttore del Messaggero Roberto Napolitano dal titolo “domande giuste e risposte affrettate”, sempre in tema l'analisi molto aggiornata di Angelo Paura ci parla delle prossime mosse di Trump, quindi per la cronaca ci spostiamo in Abruzzo con Michele Milletti e Sonia Paglia per le ultime novità sulla famiglia del bosco, con l'inviata Camilla Mozzetti ci trasferiamo a Roma per tornare a parlare della tragedia di Crans Montana, quindi chiudiamo con lo sport e con la storia di Massimo Boccucci 


Idag är både Emma och Sofie på vift, men studion ekar inte tom för de. Gustav och Lovisa försöker hålla låda, följ med på tillbakablickar runt världen och varför vi ömkar för Gustavs mamma. Välkomna!

E dopo il punto sulla guerra, passiamo alla politica con l'analisi di Valentina Pigliautile sul referendum giustizia, quindi andiamo in Abruzzo per annunciare un servizio curato da Valentina Errante sulla decisione clamorosa di separare la famiglia del bosco, dall'Abruzzo andiamo a Roma con l'inviata Camilla Mozzetti, e chiudiamo con la giornata di sport di Massimo Boccucci
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https://solvitryggva.is/ Bubbi Morthens er einn þekktasti tónlistarmaður Íslandssögunnar og eftir hann liggja nærri 50 hljómplötur. Hér ræða hann og Sölvi um ótrúlegan feril Bubba, nýja lífið í sveitinni, mikilvægi þess að halda sér í líkamlegu og andlegu formi, sögur af djamminu í den 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/ Guðni Gunnarsson er lífsstílsráðgjafi og einn af helstu frumkvöðlum Íslands á sviði heilsuræktar. Guðni hefur í áratugi unnið með fólki um allan heim þegar kemur að heilsu. Hann snýr aftur í þáttinn, þar sem farið er yfir sjálfsábyrgð, leiðir til að elska sjálfan sig, mátt orða og andlega og líkamlega velferð. 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/ 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/

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Nálgast má þáttinn í heild sinni inn á; https://solvitryggva.is/ Haraldur Erlendsson er þrautreyndur geðlæknir sem starfaði um árabil í Bretlandi og síðar sem forstjóri Heilsustofnunar í Hveragerði. Í þættinum ræða Sölvi og Haraldur um stöðuna í samfélaginu, hugvíkkandi efni, fjórða valdið, hrun kerfa 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/  

Natten till den 1 februari försvinner en 84-årig kvinna från sitt hem utanför Tucson i Arizona. Kvinnan heter Nancy Guthrie och är inte vem som helst – hon är mamma till Savannah Guthrie som är en av USA:s mest kända programledare. När flera medier mottar mystiska kravbrev på miljontals dollar och FBI släpper en kuslig video på en potentiell gärningsman pekar allt på att hon har blivit kidnappad.Programledare: Sebastian Nowacki. Med DN:s USA-korrespondent Björn af Kleen. Producent: Måns Mosesson.

Samfunnsdebattant og forfatter Sanna Sarromaa er gjest! Hun forteller om oppveksten med en alkoholisert far, om ønsket om at foreldrene skulle skille seg og hvordan det var å miste begge foreldrene som 19-åring. Hun forteller hvorfor akademia appellerte så sterkt: behovet for struktur, kunnskap, tydelige rammer og et sted der innsats faktisk ga forutsigbare resultater. Sanna deler også sine tydelige meninger om barneoppdragelse, hvorfor hun mener nordmenn diller for mye med barna sine og hvorfor hun advarer mot å flytte sammen i “mine og dine”-konstellasjoner! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Med indutrialiseringen steg koldioxidhalten i atmosfären, men det var efter andra världskriget det verkligen tog fart. Ann-Sofi Ljung Svensson funderar över sin del. Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radios app. ESSÄ: Detta är en text där skribenten reflekterar över ett ämne eller ett verk. Åsikter som uttrycks är skribentens egna.Mars 1958.Charles Keeling gör sin första mätning av koldioxidhalten i atmosfären på Mauna Loa, Hawaii. Mätvärdet är 315 ppm/parts per million. Värdet ligger 35 enheter högre än under förindustriell tid, då halten beräknats ligga runt 280. Kurvan stiger svagt under hela 1800-talet, men efter andra världskriget går lutningen skarpt uppåt.Några månader efter Keelings första mätning – i mitten av juli 1958 – lämnar en liten cell bland miljontals andra explosivt min pappas kropp för att målmedvetet leta sig fram till den väntande värmen i min mammas mage. Det är en het sommar. Kanske var det en tidig, lite sval morgon i vindsrummet på Brunnsgatan i Nyköping precis innan pappa skulle ta bussen till flygflottiljen där han just blivit stamanställd. Mamma skulle kanske strax därefter promenera till dispensären på lasarettet där hon arbetade. Eller så var det semester och de var på besök ute hos det som skulle bli min farmor och farfar i torpet och sov över i utdragssoffan av trä under älgbonaden och oljetrycken med skyddsänglar.Torsdagen den 16 april 1959 föds jag på barnbördshuset på Nyköpings lasarett. Mamma har haft havandeskapsförgiftning – stor, svullen – med en vikt lika hög som tungviktaren Ingemar Johansson. Några månader senare skulle han gå sin berömda match mot Floyd Patterson.Maj 1959, Mauna Loa, koldioxidhalten har stigit till 316 ppm under mammas graviditet.Nu börjar mitt liv på den allt brantare Keelingkurvan. Vi flyttar. Först från rummet med kokplatta, till enrummaren med sovalkov. Sen till tvårummaren med balkong i tvåvåningshuset från 1940-talet. Min bror anländer. Mamma tar oss varje förmiddag till det nyöppnade snabbköpet. En tetrapack med mjölk, havregryn, lite blandfärs, några morötter. Allt får plats i nätkassen. Plastkassar tillhandahålls inte i butikerna förrän i mitten av 1960-talet.1963. Pappa köper familjens första bil, en Vauxhall Victor. Röd och vit. Begagnad såklart, mer räcker inte pengarna till.Pappa gör som alla andra. Bilköp ligger i tiden. Under 1950-talet ökade antalet bilar i Sverige från 250 000 till en miljon. Tio år senare har antalet fördubblats. Och pappa har bytt till en Ford Zephyr. I de sörmländska skogarna ligger de uttjänta bilarna redan tätt.April 1965, Mauna Loa, 320 ppm.Vi flyttar igen. Nybyggt miljonprogram. Fjärde våningen i ett höghus i utkanten av stan. Nu tre rum. Pappa har just sålt insatslägenheten. Det kändes alldeles för osäkert. Tänk om man inte får sina pengar tillbaka? Under höststormen natten den 17 oktober 1967 ligger vi alla i pappas och mammas säng och tittar ut mot himlen. Strömmen har gått, vi har ett värmeljus i fönstret. Dagen efter ligger höghusens takplåtar på marken.På somrarna åker vi och badar i Stavsjön, spelar dart och plockar blåbär. Eller så fiskar vi i Brobyån. Vi har sommarhus nu, hyr en gammal uttjänt statarlänga. Sommarstugeägandet ökar. Ödetorpen är många där ute på landsbygden. Allt fler har ju flyttat till stan.Sjuttiotalet. Mamma läser Tyst vår av Rachel Carson, röstar på Fälldin och talar om 'glada grisar'. Men pappa skakar på huvudet och skrattar när mamma inte vill dricka vattnet i sommarhuset. Pumpen står mitt ute på åkern och godsägaren har just låtit flygbespruta fältet med bekämpningsmedel.Nu bor vi i en fyrarummare, ovanpå ett konditori där man köper lördagsgodis genom att peka genom glasdisken. En sån. Och en sån.1975. 331 ppm. Jag gör min första flygresa. Åker till Lindau am Bodensee med ett gäng svenska ungdomar. Det kallas språkresa och alla vill göra det. ”Det är så bra för språkutvecklingen”, säger Ingegerds mamma. Min mamma nickar instämmande. Det är klart flickan ska få en god utbildning. I den tyska småstadens gränder lär jag mig nattetid en hel del tyska, men också att dricka Jägermeister och dansa bump. I hemstaden öppnar Hennes & Mauritz butik. De expanderar nationellt efter börsintroduktionen 1974. Jag köper en beige täckjacka. Alla andra har likadana.Åttiotalet. Det är nu det händer. Jag har flyttat hemifrån. Min konsumtion ökar drastiskt: resor till London och Italien, linneklänningar och Allessobryggare. Yuppivännerna omkring mig börja inreda sina hem medvetet och metodiskt. Jag hänger inte riktigt med, fattar inte att vi gått in i en samhällelig situation, som släppt pengarna loss. Jag missbedömer allt och tror att det handlar om en individuell utvecklingsfas. Fast jobb, bostadsrätt. Bäbis på väg.Men alla gör likadant. 1987. Nu går det fort. 350 ppm.Det blir äldre villa utanför Malmö, två barn, flytt, tre barn, flytt. Bil, ny större bil, ny bil igen. Nittiotalet och millenieskiftet rusar förbi. Resor till Medelhavet, New York, San Fransisco. Familjen studsar med flyg mellan Paris och Malmö, maken flygpendlar till Stockholm ett par gånger i veckan.Jag planerar mina pensionsfonder. Alla andra gör ju det. Rysslandsfonderna rusar, jag hänger på. Naivt, omedvetet. Stöder Gazprom med mina placeringar, men besinnar mig så småningom, och känner en lättnad när det sent omsider visar sig att värdet är noll och fonderna kraschat.2013: koldioxidhalten passerar 400 ppm. 2016: 403 ppm.Jag står bland uttjänta möbler och flyttkartonger och sorterar efter 23 år i samma lägenhet ett avvecklat familjeliv. Barnen har flyttat. Ett helt liv ska sorteras, säljas, skänkas bort, slängas. En lägenhet, ett vindsförråd, tre källarförråd. När auktionsfirmorna och secondhandorganisationerna fått sitt kommer ett företag som specialiserat sig på att forsla bort det ingen vill ha. 1,1 ton går till tippen. En och en halv lastbil.Jag rannsakar mig själv. Biktar mig. Gråter en del. Räkningen på de 1,1 tonnen är 10 000 kronor. Jag ser det som en rättmätig skuldsedel.Är jag skyldig?Självklart är jag skyldig.Jag tillhör den del av jordens befolkning som levt hela sina liv i en ständigt accelererande välståndsökning som passerat rimlighetens gräns och landat i en förgörande överkonsumtion. Min skuld kan jag inte skaka av mig. Skuld handlar om verifierbara fakta. Har jag medverkat till de stigande utsläppen av växthusgaser – eller har jag inte medverkat till dom?Men skammen då? Ska jag skämmas nu när eftertankens kranka blekhet inträtt.Nej, jag kan inte skämmas över det jag gjort. Jag visste inte bättre. Jag var en kugge i ett samhällsmaskineri. Jag kan givetvis skämmas över min aningslöshet. Jag borde nog vetat bättre.Men jag gjorde som alla andra. Så jag blir villkorligt frigiven.Villkoret, då? Jag måste skämmas för det jag gör idag. Jag kan inte med rent samvete låtsas som att jag inte är med om att bära skulden. Jag kan inte med rent samvete fortsätta som att ingenting har hänt, eller som att ingenting kommer att hända. Jag har en individuell skyldighet – som en liten del av mänskligheten – att ta mitt ansvar. Allt annat är bortförklaringar.Våren 2025, då jag fyllde 66 år, passerade koldioxidhalten i atmosfären för första gången 430 ppm. Under mina år på jorden hade halten då ökat med 114 enheter.Det är ingen slump.Det är jag som är Keelingkurvan.Säg det högt för dig själv:Det är jag som är Keelingkurvan.Ann-Sofi Ljung Svenssonlitteraturforskare

https://solvitryggva.is/ Tómas Andrés Tómasson er löngu orðin goðsögn í íslensku viðskipta- og veitingalífi. Tommi hefur verið samofin íslenskri matarmenningu í nærri 50 ár, eða allt frá því hann seldi meira en 300 þúsund hamborgara á einu ári eftir stofnun Tommaborgara. Í þættinum fara Sölvi og Tommi yfir lygilegan feril Tómasar, sem spannar allt frá 22 króna hamborgurum á Tommaborgurum yfir í eignarhald á Hard Rock, Búllunni í London og ótal fleiri hluti. 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/ Brynjar Níelsson hefur lengi verið þekktur fyrir að þora að viðra skoðanir sem fæstir þora að tjá og hefur oft bakað sér óvinsældir fyrir vikið. Hann er nú á leið aftur í stjórnmálin eftir að hafa tekið sér hlé um tíma. Í þættinum ræða Sölvi og Brynjar um umsvif hins opinbera, mikilvægi þess að kjósendur viti hvar þeir hafi þá sem þeir kjósa til valda 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/

Secondo alcune fonti il futuro di Max Allegri sulla panchina del Milan non sarebbe così scontato. Sullo sfondo contrasti con Furlani e Ibrahimovic. All'interno: intervista esclusiva a Ninna Quario, mamma di Federica Brignone.Diventa un supporter di questo podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/radio-rossonera--2355694/support.

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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/

LRLA är sjuk och istället gästar Max Jonsson återigen podden och pratar bl.a. om Nintendo, God of War, Watto, Elderscrolls 6 SAMT Mechacap Arena som Max snart släpper på Steam. Wishlista spelet här: https://store.steampowered.com/app/4376040/MechaCap_Arena/Stötta oss på Patreon!För 50kr i månaden får du tillgång till podden oklippt & reklamfri direkt när den har spelats in och dessutom tillgång till allt tidigare exklusivt content samt allt material under jul och sommarledigheter. Som Patron stöttar du oss även i vårt nya initiativ "Homo Ludens" där vi intervjuar intressanta personer om deras förhållande till TV-Spel. Du får dessa avsnitt tidigare och reklamfria.För 100kr i månaden får du allt som 50kr-patrons får men du får också första tjing på alla eventuella koder & gratisgrejer som vi ibland erbjuder! Du är dessutom lite bättre än alla andra.www.patreon.com/kontrollbehovBesök vår Youtube-kanal och prenumerera:https://www.youtube.com/channel/UClQ2sTbiCcR0dqNFHwcTB0gGå med i gruppen Kontrollbehov - Eftersnack på Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/groups/1104625369694949/?ref=bookmarksVi finns också på Discord! https://discord.gg/848F6TWXDYHör av er:kontrollbehovpodcast@gmail.com

Nálgast má þáttinn í heild sinni inn á; https://solvitryggva.is/ Anton Ísak Óskarsson er frumkvöðull og listamaður sem umturnaði lífi sínu eftir sjálfsvíg föður síns. Í þættinum fara Sölvi og Anton yfir stórmerkilega vegferð Antons, leiðir til sjálfsábyrgðar, mikilvægi heiðarleika, andlega og líkamlega heilsu 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/

Mánudagur 23. febrúar Virkir í athugasemdum, íslenskan, Mamma, hamfaratónlist og umhverfismál Einar Steingrímsson, stærðfræðingur og virkur í athugasemdum ræðir við Maríu Lilju um mann -og kvenréttindi og umræðuhefðina á netinu. Ómar Örn Magnússon skólastjóri Hagaskóla blandar sér í leik þeirra sem vilja ræða stöðu íslenskunnar í samtali við Björn Þorláks. Kolbeinn Þorsteinsson rifjar upp erfiða æsku í samtali við Sigurjón Magnús. Hann er sonur Ástu Sigurðardóttur og Þorsteins frá Hamri. Sönghópurinn Spectrum syngur um snjóflóð, aurskriður og eldgos. Þau Helga Margrét Marzellíusardóttir tónskáld, Ingveldur Ýr Jónsdóttir kórstjóri, Ólafur Stephensen tenór og Margrét Pálsdóttir ræða við Björn Þorláks. Þröstur Ólafsson er sannur umhverfissinni. Hann spyr áleitinna spurninga í samtali við Sigurjón Magnús.

Oggi restiamo in tema di apertura sui dazi e da non perdere è l'editoriale del direttore del Messaggero Roberto Napoletano sulla necessità di un nuovo governo mondiale dell'economia, da questi microfoni invece Donatella Mulvoni ci svela da New York le prossime mosse di Trump sempre sul fronte dei dazi, con Laura Pace andiamo invece a Napoli dove una Mamma piange il figlio dal cuore bruciato e chiede giustizia, quindi l'inviata Federica Pozzi e l'inchiesta sull'allenatore accusato di violenza carnale, Per lo spettacolo Andrea Scarpa ci svela qualche dettaglio della sua intervista della domenica a un cantate che ha segnato la storia e chiudiamo con un altra strepitosa giornata per l'Italia alle olimpiadi invernali raccontata da Massimo Boccucci

https://solvitryggva.is/ Róbert Wessman er stofnandi Alvotech og Alvogen. Í þættinum ræða Sölvi og Róbert um feril Róberts, hjólreiðar, alvarlegt slys sem Róbert varð fyrir, eftirmálana af því, Covid tímabilið 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/ Kristján Gíslason ákvað fyrir áratug að tími ævintýrann væri runninn upp. Eftir að hafa selt fyrirtæki sem hann byggði upp ákvað hann að fara hringinn í kringum hnöttinn á mótorhjóli einn síns liðs. Síðan þá hefur hann farið einn yfir alla Afríku, farið í syðstu hluta Suður-Ameríku og aftur í kringum hnöttinn, bara aðra leið. Í þættinum fer Kristján yfir ótrúlegar sögur af ævintýrum sínum á mótorhjólinu, hvað hann hefur lært af því að sjá heiminn 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/

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.

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.

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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/

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

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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".

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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_

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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.

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