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Evigheten by Stine

It feels like dying. Vi kommer hjem og alt er som før. Det er som om vi aldri har vært borte. Vi har hatt fire problemfrie måneder hvor vi ikke har sett oss over skulderen, på alt det vi er redde for her hjemme. Verdens undergang...
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Sunday 14.03. by Stine

I may stay here. I know, I know, it would be an unbearable loss to the nation of Norway, and I suppose my wife will miss me. But what is a wife? And what is Norway? The richest nation in the world, so spoiled by its own wealth that it takes it for granted...
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Tuesday 09.03. by Stine

I am a basket. I may be round, but my end is firm and my curves delicate. Some find me pleasing to the eye. Other persons will be predisposed to flinch at the sight of me. They will call me rough because I am not factory made and imperfect because of...
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Monday 08.03. by Stine

I have landed after a whirlwind of a weekend. The new volunteers arrived on Friday. Saturday was the 6th of March, which is Ghana's liberation day, so we went to see the march, wave a flag about and eat some ice cream. A lot like the 17th May. In...
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Thursday 04.03. by Stine

When I arrived - no, even before I arrived in Ghana, I was determined to learn how to weave the baskets produced by the company where I would be working. We go home in two weeks, and my straw has been split, twisted and dyed green, but I haven’t...
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Wednesday 24.02. by Stine

This morning, we stopped in town for Second Breakfast. Nauseous but sugar happy, we then proceeded to the office. If you ever come to Ghana and happen to lose your way so completely that you end up in Bolgatanga, you should stop by Never Lose Hope tea...
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Monday 22.02. by Stine

THE PARADOXICAL VOLUNTEER EXPERIENCE It is nice to have companions when you are a volunteer. We need ventilation of the brain. We have reactions to get off our chest, and if there is not a computer at hand, which is usually the case, we will deliberate...
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Monday 15.02. by Stine

One stalker down. We have a friend named Maxwell. He is a part time student at the school next to our house. He is three meters tall, well proportioned and dresses like Stringer Bell. He wants to marry Stine or Anne (either one will be fine) and come...
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Saturday 13.02. by Stine

Meetings to Remember We met Rosemary, a big German with a pessimism the size of her ***. The first time I heard her speak, I thought: This is the woman of my dreams. She is giving up fair trade after 19 years in Bolga. Now she'll have the time to...
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Friday 12.02. by Stine

Time has flown speedfully. As I sit working in a stuffy office now, the beach of Elmina, the crispily fresh pineapples and that nice seagull I met in the bar come flooding back to my memory like waves breaking against a cliff. Last weekend was a welcome...
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Wednesday 03.02. by Stine

We apologize for the erroneous announcement of the death of Fair Trade in yesterday's installment. There seems to have been made a mistake. Miraculously, She was revived by a resuccitation of Her spirit this very morning. As she lay displayed in her...
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Tuesday 02.02. by Stine

A Life Well Lived On Tuesday the second of February at around the two o' clock mark, Fair Trade drew Her last breath, expiring wheezingly at the local market. By accident or malice, Ms. Trade was sat on by a fat German woman, whereupon she inflated...
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Thursday 28.01. by Stine

Two white men were walking in front of us towards the Mosque. One was bald and tubby and the other was short and gangly, with dyed black hair and a whispy beard. Narcs, by the look of their posture. As she was crossing the sewers, the bald one grabbed...
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Wednesday 27.01. by Stine

Yesterday, we went to bed at eight o’ clock and escaped to the imaginary worlds of our books for an hour or so before collapsing. We woke up at a quarter past seven. Some days are exhausting. I think I can trace our exhaustion back to two reasons...
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Tuesday 26.01. by Stine

Today, I will deliberate upon the burden of privilege. It is a heavy burden to carry around if you are a soft lump of emotions, such as yours owly. We are encouraged to share. It is embedded in the Frafra culture. But it is also based on an expectation...
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