Posted on 12 February 2011 by Judit
Jag sitter hos en väninna på Golan-höjden i Skee med flera kvinnor, bara kvinnor. Vi käkar god mat, dricker vin och pratar om tjejgrejer.Inte så ofta sitter vi vid samma middagsbord. Jag testar maten. Suverän! Alla testar värdinnan lite gran – vi, Desperate Housewives. Fina gardiner, var köpte du dom? En av oss berättar att hennes mamma hade varit med en kvinnogrupp här i Skee som hette Vulvorna. Jag gillar namnet. (fniss) Teman växlar mellan småbarn, killar, jobb, semesterresor. Ganska mycket prat om graviditet och att vara mamma, eftersom de flesta har barn mellan 0-8. En liten kommentar upprör mig ganska mycket. Det handlar om missfall. Någon säger att efter en missfall får man inget stöd, hjälp från samhället, man blir alldeles ensam med smärtan och sorgen, fast det är olika hur kvinnorna upplever det, några klarar det relativt bra, andra kan lida från mindre eller större psykologiska störningar. Vi pratar om en tjej som har hamnat i psykos. Tragiskt. Men desserten är underbar: apelsintryffel med grädde och physilis. Nej, inte syfilis, frukten! Chokladen smälter bara i munnen. Vi, tjejer älskar choklad. Det är någonting med chokladen som alltid fungerar, i alla väder! Mer vin, mer skratt, en liten bebis vaknar i hörnet och får mammas tutte med en gång. En liten tjej, en till i gänget. 
Posted on 10 February 2011 by Judit
SKEE
small village cca. 600 people in Strömstad commune, Sweden – half way in between Gothenburg and Oslo. Mostly farming and families with small children. School, eldelry home, church, rink, shoefactory, car repairing services.
Further information: Dogville,Twin Peaks.
Ja, vi alla vet var Skee ligger. Ändstation för Bohusbanan och X2000 från Stockholm på sommaren. Ska du åka vidare till Strömstad – som ligger precis utanför Skee – ta bussen! Speciell räddningstjänst för ungerska lastbilar och stridsvagnar året runt. 
(WIKI)
Posted on 18 December 2010 by Judit
Foto: Statoil
Gondolta volna a fene, hogy vidéken fogom leélni az életem. Legalább is én nem így terveztem. Az első tizennégy évben szerzett tapasztalataim alapján kozmopolitának és internacionalistának hirdettem magam, és éltem a világomat Debrecen nevű világvárosunkban. Ehhez képest nem nevezhető nagy előrelépésnek, hogy a szombat estémet azzal töltöttem, hogy a tet(te)stársammal a legközelebbi nyitva lévő benzinkúthoz mentünk, és lenyomtunk egy-egy sült kolbászt némi bébisárgarépával és a julmust (magyarán “karácsonyi lé”) nevű nagyszerű svéd üdítőitallal egyetemben, miközben a polcon lévő videókínálatot fitymáltunk. Aztán engem jól meg is néztek, mert irtó rövid a hajam, svéd rendőrcsizmát hordok, reflexmellény is volt rajtam, mert mindjárt a kolbászozás után kutyát sétáltattunk, és mert hangosan röhögök. Vagy mert annyira tutajosak a szemeim. Ezt nem tudom, mert nem kérdeztem meg. De már tervezem, hogy visszatérek és a Szentestét is a benzinkúton fogom ünnepelni!
Posted on 06 March 2010 by Judit
There are elections this weekend in Iraq. But I don’t think the future of the country can very much change this time either. Hopes can be high, and of course we all wish peace for the thousands of innocent sufferers of a never ending war.
Those Iraqis and Kurds living in Sweden could already leave their votes in the ballot boxes yesterday, and the ones who are resident in Norway can vote today. (Göteborgs-Posten)
Out walking the dogs next to the E6 international highway I met a big group of voters who took a break at Skee Statoil on their way to Göteborg. 2 coaches and many cars escorted by tv-reporters “invaded” the small gas station. Many with families. Flags with the image of burning candle, Kurdish flags, cheerful music, properly dresses people in good spirit. First I thought it was a wedding procession.
I admire them, Kurdish people. All the calamities they are bearing with patience and pride, and they are still able to smile and dance as life goes on.
Posted on 11 December 2009 by Judit
Last night there were two blinking police cars which draw my attention to the motorway E6 nearby. We have perfect view from out house towards the gas station and the E6, and since one of the police cars was blinking at the gas station, I thought there was something happening there. There is a rather big parking lot with lots of trucks usually, it’s the very last stop for them (and perhaps for some smugglers and drug dealers as well) before the Norwegian border.
My boyfriend was out walking the dogs, so I was a little bit worried about them too. But as they came back, I got a report about the events. there was a truck driving from Norway south on the E6, and where the motorway ends, and the speedlimit drops from 110 km/h to 50 km/h because of road construction, it tilted and 25 tons of fishguts poured on the road and around.
Well, the exact place is called Eigst, and before the roadconstruction i had a friend living there. He was an old hermit only living for his plants, among them real rare examples which was demolished when they started reconstructing the E6. Of course he had to move, but he couldn’t move all the trees and shrubbery which surrended his house.
Among the trees was an 8 meter tall wonderful larch from the Kuril Islands (Larix gmelinii var. japonica). Not very many examples of this tree in Sweden. I was deeply touched when I heard that the trees would be cut down. But now I can feel a bit as if it was the revenge of the Kuril larch that the whole truckload if fishguts got to envelope the constructing area.
It took a while to clean up that 25 tons of biological weapon , and I can imagine, this morning the construction workers could still feel the ground stinking.
Eigst used to be a magical place: the old botanist and his exotic collection, sandlizzards, dancing fairies and trolls…And now they have no home. It was the least they could do to express their disapointment with making the road stink!
