The adventures of a Swedish blueberry in the heart of the Middle East
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Strong roots after all...
The Scania flag
Yesterday Yoram went back to Israel and I stay until next Tuesday to catch up even more aikido. He did less shopping/tourist things this year, but still we passed souvenir shops both in Scania and in Stockholm. He now feels somewhat connected to the Swedish identity and I also feel an urge to maintain mine. It is amazing how your national identity flourishes after moving abroad! We have bought two small flags, one Swedish and one Scanian one, as well as a larger Swedish one. Besides that, we have shot glasses with Swedish flags on, napkins, toothpicks, garlands, stickers etc, enough to give a Swedish party. Yoram has a pillow formed as the traffic warning sign for moose and the kids get more Sweden t-shirts. Quite funny actually and I laugh at myself. However, I still consider myself more of a world citizen, although my Swedish roots are remaining strong. Culture is nice...
The life of a Swedish blueberry who in May 2009 broke up from the cool and modest North, to throw herself into the boiling pan among the vibrant sabras in Israel, right in the heart of the Middle East. Adventures and curiosities are blended with serious reflections of our society and life in general.
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