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As my cousin has just been opened to me that she plays with the idea to write my own blog, I am hereby inspired a new entry.
We have been friends since our childhood and therefore look to a variety of enjoyable (for us) and unpleasant (for our environment) Previous experience. We are, despite great geographic distance grew up in similar environments and often have similar concerns, mostly financial.
In today's entertainment we came to the conclusion that we are under a serious, if not genetic suffer, then in any case psychological harm, believe makes us, our life would only be perfect if it is approximately equal to the universe of the unofficial family Idols Astrid Lindgren. Although took our conversation a short detour to the poorhouse in "Emil of Maple Hills" (a description which today comes even to tears, had to find as we did), but we agreed that we were inculcated as children an ideal that We append to this very day. Feels like we live in
colored painted wooden houses with curtains and eyelet embroidery, porches, where the blind grandfather in the rocking chair musing to herself. (Which in itself ever requires two identical grandfathers.)
In the summer we would go fishing (in the hope of catching anything, otherwise the problem of fish-of-life-in-the would put-death convey goods ) or we chased Uncle Einar, the cat boxes binds to the tail (Bill Bergson) and were afraid of ghosts in the wash house (Madison). As you can see, the previous paragraph is based on the assumption that we ourselves are still children is irrelevant. Since this is, uh, has long been not the case, we should adjust according to the scenario:
We would therefore be the mums of the cosmos Bullerby (due a small mistake .. I had almost written Labyrinth), and would wear white aprons over the striped clothes and sing all day. We would have a good word for everyone and if we do not just boil down jam or fried meatballs (Karlsson on the Roof), we doctoring whipped knees and tinker with all the children together at the kitchen table.
And Christmas, oh, Christmas (Lindgren typical formulation), that would be the greatest time of year. If we were almost constantly in the kitchen to where the most wonderful gingerbread, glazed goose with potatoes and rice pudding in an almond is hidden (Christmas in Noisy Village) to prepare. And then we'd all dance together around the huge Christmas tree.
We könnnten some of today's amenities, such as washing machine and enjoy central heating, and of course would involve the Papas on the duties. And besides, we had a job in the city, and there was probably a car. Of course, completely without regard to the fact that I at least until now neither husband nor can show kids and I therefore provisionally could concentrate on building and setting up of the little blue house (because the furniture is in no small part from a large Swedish furniture store would, I was so busy for some time). would
The creator of this magical stories had as much an office job in town and a small apartment and a much more prosaic everyday life than you suspect.
This includes all our Bullerbü psychosis, the problem of the discrepancy between the be read (or read-to-get) ideal and the harsh reality of a full metro afternoon is at six. Our whole life and our whole future we will be working to integrate these psychosis in our ego, this absence of white wooden porches in our lives. What we would have done without the books by Astrid Lindgren? Probably we would be today on drugs and / or Terrorists. Or another, we have developed psychosis.
However, I find time, a passage from the living Erin busbar systems Astrid Lindgren, "The vanished country" in which the author describes the love story of their parents. Logically, she says that she could only have such a wonderful childhood because their parents embodies such a positive attitude to life and have have given these children on their way.
Astrid Lindgren himself had not a very simple life, and I think that is really admirable, through highs and lows this positive attitude always resume, even though it may go temporarily lost.
