Tord Grip är respekt


Fortfarande fräsch efter alla om och men. I rollen som dragspelare på allsångskonserten på Sandgrund. Jag fick förmånen att skjutsa honom mellan hotellet och Sandgrundsbryggan. Han började berätta om VM 1978 i Argentina då han assisterade tränaren Georg Åby Eriksson. Timmen efter hämtade jag barfotasångaren Mats Paulsson som tackade mej för samtalet om träd. VilkenContinue reading “Tord Grip är respekt”

For Ingar the war started with flowers


He had been tortured of german soldiers. Scars at the cheek could tell. He took refugees from Norway over the border to Sweden in nazi-occupied Norway during World War 2. Route Flisa – Sysslebäck. Northern part of Värmland. It started at a plant factory where flowers grew. He was asked to take people across theContinue reading “For Ingar the war started with flowers”

In the shadow of Syria


Sit all day listening to people coming from Syria who is trying to learn Swedish. Its a long way coming from a middleeastern country to Sweden in the far north. The conversation is in arabic. Teacher knows some Swedish. We are talking people in their low middleage. Have lived all life in Syria. Not all have a refugeeContinue reading “In the shadow of Syria”