Almost exactly three years ago I was working at MARCO (Museo de Arte Contemporaneo) in Monterrey, Mexico for a few months. My supervisor was a very strict woman and she was also the head of education in the museum. I must admit that from the very first day she scared me a little bit. She was tall and had a strong voice. Standing beside her I felt like a 12 year old girl.
I think it must have been at the same moment as I read her dreamday that I saw another side of her. And I started to like it. In that sense this dreamdayproject has become a tool for me to change my opinion about people by getting a glimpse of what is beneath their thick shell. My supervisor´s dreamday was simple and direct: Her only wish in that moment was to stay at home all alone and walk around in her pyjamas.
After reading that I could not help thinking about it whenever I would see her stressing to some meeting being dressed in an uncomfortable suit. It was so bizarre to see her doing all that when I knew that the only thing she really wanted to do was to stay at home in her pyjamas...
I thought about that story when I recorded another dreamday today. It was in the car back from lunch with some of my colleagues at Riksutställningar. The man that I am interviewing is the project manager of two projects that I have been working in. When hearing his dreamday I was struck by the similarities with my supervisor in Mexico. I was also once again thankful for the dreamday question making me discover another side of someone I realized I hardly knew.
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Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
A Dreamday Worker´s Day
This is what the view from my desk at work looks like in the late afternoon.
But this is not where I do my dreamdaywork. At 5 pm I leave to go to my other "office"; Hedbergs Bok och Musik Café...
A dreamday worker also needs something sweet after lunch to keep the dreams flowing...
It is a tough job being a dreamday worker! Continue Reading
But this is not where I do my dreamdaywork. At 5 pm I leave to go to my other "office"; Hedbergs Bok och Musik Café...
A dreamday worker also needs something sweet after lunch to keep the dreams flowing...
It is a tough job being a dreamday worker! Continue Reading
Thursday, November 13, 2008
A Chapell + An Auction + A Nun = My Dreamday
Often when I ask someone about their Dreamday I get a question back about what my own dreamday would look like. It is a fair enough question I guess, since I have asked it myself quite a few times by now...
However the question is not an easy one to answer. And it is not because I haven´t given it any thought over these last seven years. As a matter of fact it is quite the opposite. Throughout the years I have thought about the question almost every day and I have seen my dreamdays change over and over. That is why I can´t really pick one. I guess my conclusion is that dreamdays vary. They depend on the day before and the one after. They depend on your expectations and your needs in that particular moment.
This dreamday of mine took place on a Sunday almost two weeks ago. The night before I had received a message from a friend from work asking me if I wanted to join her and a friend on a short road trip. I didn´t see the message until early Sunday morning. My first thought was NO! I had not slept very well and had woken up way too early for a Sunday morning. I was in a sad an melancholic mood and just felt like staying at home in my pyjamas all day. Besides it was grey and rainy outside, not a perfect day for a road trip either.
But I guess it is in those moments that you actually choose what you want to make of your life. I texted my friend back and said: Sure thing, I will come along...
A couple of hours later we were on our way towards the south west part of Gotland. Alessa and her friend Didi had read something about an auction in this place called Tofta. We headed in that direction and made a few stops along the way. Slowly my mood was getting lighter.
We looked out for the Tofta sign that would lead us to the auction but nothing came up. Eventually we saw a church called Tofta Church on the left hand side but a couple of meters later there was a sign saying we had just drived through Tofta. We got in a short moment of crisis. Should we turn back or just keep going? We decided to make a U-turn and go back...
Then just around the corner, next to the church, we noticed a big sign saying CAFÉ. We wouldn´t have seen it if we hadn´t turned back. We got an impuls to wait with the auction and go for coffee instead. The auction could wait! We drove over to the parking lot and parked the car. For a second we got worried it might not be open, but false alarm. The door was open and we stepped inside a warm and cosy place. It looked like a small church which I guess explains the name of the place: Kapellet, ( The chapell) In that moment I knew this would be the beginning of my dreamday.
The room was empty and quiet and on every table there was a candle burning. We passed on to the next room and spotted a plate with freshly baked buns. I got so excited! We ordered coffee from the woman just peeking out from the kitchen and then we sat down. I felt like a child jumping up and down from excitement.
Then something magic happened. While drinking our coffee we started telling each other these odd stories about our grandparents. Didi told us about his grandmother and that she would have been a hundred years old today. Alessa told us about her grandmother who spoke to her after her death. She had travelled all her life around Sweden with her children and one day she came to Gotland, where Alessa just now happened to be living for a few months. I told them about my grandparents in Greece. About my grandfather who fought in the first World War and died during the second. How his foster parents died from grief when it was reveiled he was adopted and he left home to fight in the war. We spoke about how stories keep repeating themselves and patterns start forming.
After finishing our coffees we went over to look at the small things that were for sale. We saw some candle holders that were white and fragile. They looked like old broideries but made out of ceramic. They were like frozen memories of a grandmother. When we saw them I think we all started to shiver. Then one sign after the other came to us. There was an old picture of a grandmother and her grandchild. There was a poem on the wall that spoke of the memories of your grandparents.
Suddenly the woman came up to us. We could not keep all these coincidences to ourselves and so we started to tell her about the stories that had just come to us. As if the spirit of the house had given them to us.
When we left we felt excited and joyful. Eventually we got to the auction. We looked around and it was nice. We looked at the people and the things, took a few pictured and left.
After that the day went on with this really comfortable flow. We took a walk by the sea in the cold and grey weather. It was windy and cold. But we felt alive and touched by the moment.
Then we got hungry. We saw a pizza place out in nowhere and they just happened to be open for a few hours in the late afternoon. We bought three of them to go and drove off to a small fishing cottage that Alessa and I had seen some other time a couple of months ago. It was getting dark and inside the abandoned cottage we found a couple of candles. We lit them and ate our pizzas.
In this house other stories came to us. They were all about houses and I told them about a house that I have dreamt of all my life. This house is in Greece, on a small island. We spoke about our dreams and what we feel is our destiny and mission in life. Once again I was reminded about my dream to fix that house. How I felt it is my only mission on this earth.
One candle after the other went out, when the last one was almost dead it was completely dark outside. We packed our stuff and went back to the car.
I thought the day was over there. And I was happy and content. We drove back to Visby listening to some songs on the radio and I went through the day and the stories in my head.
When we got back to Visby we rested a little bit at Alessa´s place. I was almost on my way home, starting to get tired. But then we got hungry for dessert and an hour later the three of us were walking down the dark and narrow streets of Visby towards our new goal.
We got to the main square and noticed a sign saying "Jam session-tonight". The place was called The Nun. We stepped inside and were immidiately welcomed by a warm and cosy atmosphere. A couple of people were sitting and playing together. On the wall behind them I noticed a greek flag and the name Vasilis written in Greek. I asked the young waiter if he was Greek and he replied that he was and that his dad is called Vasilis and he is the owner of the place. He pointed towards one of the guys playing the guitar in the corner of the room. Vasilis waved to us to say hello.
We ordered saffran pancakes and beer. A strange combination but it was nice. Then we were slowly drawn into the atmosphere. Wasn´t in fact this a dreamday to all of us? I could not prevent myself from asking my same old dreamday question...
After that the night continued and all of a sudden I was sitting with a guitar in my hand and Alessa was singing a song from Tyrolen. Everyone was in a really heartly and friendly mood. We clapped our hands and sang along. I remember thinking that when life is like this I don´t care about the day before or after. I was living and existing in the moment and felt no worries or anguish. I wanted to seize the clock. To be in the middle of something where no past or future exists.
When buying another beer in the bar the young waiter shows me a book. It was about people living in Gotland and he showed me the page about his dad. I started reading and I shivered for the second time that day. This man was born in Athens in the old town, just a block away from where my grandmother used to live and where my dad was born.
I continued reading. His story was dramatic and romantic. When he was 28 he wanted to travel and experience the world. He jumped on a truck and aimed for Vienna. ( Where Alessa and Didi are from) But he never came to Vienna. Instead he travelled every where else in the World. With the dream of Vienna he finally found the love of his life on Gotland. I was touched by the story and felt how every detail during this day was mysteriously connected. I got back home at about 1 am and I fell asleep with a smile on my face. How beautiful isn´t life after all? Continue Reading
However the question is not an easy one to answer. And it is not because I haven´t given it any thought over these last seven years. As a matter of fact it is quite the opposite. Throughout the years I have thought about the question almost every day and I have seen my dreamdays change over and over. That is why I can´t really pick one. I guess my conclusion is that dreamdays vary. They depend on the day before and the one after. They depend on your expectations and your needs in that particular moment.
This dreamday of mine took place on a Sunday almost two weeks ago. The night before I had received a message from a friend from work asking me if I wanted to join her and a friend on a short road trip. I didn´t see the message until early Sunday morning. My first thought was NO! I had not slept very well and had woken up way too early for a Sunday morning. I was in a sad an melancholic mood and just felt like staying at home in my pyjamas all day. Besides it was grey and rainy outside, not a perfect day for a road trip either.
But I guess it is in those moments that you actually choose what you want to make of your life. I texted my friend back and said: Sure thing, I will come along...
A couple of hours later we were on our way towards the south west part of Gotland. Alessa and her friend Didi had read something about an auction in this place called Tofta. We headed in that direction and made a few stops along the way. Slowly my mood was getting lighter.
We looked out for the Tofta sign that would lead us to the auction but nothing came up. Eventually we saw a church called Tofta Church on the left hand side but a couple of meters later there was a sign saying we had just drived through Tofta. We got in a short moment of crisis. Should we turn back or just keep going? We decided to make a U-turn and go back...
Then just around the corner, next to the church, we noticed a big sign saying CAFÉ. We wouldn´t have seen it if we hadn´t turned back. We got an impuls to wait with the auction and go for coffee instead. The auction could wait! We drove over to the parking lot and parked the car. For a second we got worried it might not be open, but false alarm. The door was open and we stepped inside a warm and cosy place. It looked like a small church which I guess explains the name of the place: Kapellet, ( The chapell) In that moment I knew this would be the beginning of my dreamday.
The room was empty and quiet and on every table there was a candle burning. We passed on to the next room and spotted a plate with freshly baked buns. I got so excited! We ordered coffee from the woman just peeking out from the kitchen and then we sat down. I felt like a child jumping up and down from excitement.
Then something magic happened. While drinking our coffee we started telling each other these odd stories about our grandparents. Didi told us about his grandmother and that she would have been a hundred years old today. Alessa told us about her grandmother who spoke to her after her death. She had travelled all her life around Sweden with her children and one day she came to Gotland, where Alessa just now happened to be living for a few months. I told them about my grandparents in Greece. About my grandfather who fought in the first World War and died during the second. How his foster parents died from grief when it was reveiled he was adopted and he left home to fight in the war. We spoke about how stories keep repeating themselves and patterns start forming.
After finishing our coffees we went over to look at the small things that were for sale. We saw some candle holders that were white and fragile. They looked like old broideries but made out of ceramic. They were like frozen memories of a grandmother. When we saw them I think we all started to shiver. Then one sign after the other came to us. There was an old picture of a grandmother and her grandchild. There was a poem on the wall that spoke of the memories of your grandparents.
Suddenly the woman came up to us. We could not keep all these coincidences to ourselves and so we started to tell her about the stories that had just come to us. As if the spirit of the house had given them to us.
When we left we felt excited and joyful. Eventually we got to the auction. We looked around and it was nice. We looked at the people and the things, took a few pictured and left.
After that the day went on with this really comfortable flow. We took a walk by the sea in the cold and grey weather. It was windy and cold. But we felt alive and touched by the moment.
Then we got hungry. We saw a pizza place out in nowhere and they just happened to be open for a few hours in the late afternoon. We bought three of them to go and drove off to a small fishing cottage that Alessa and I had seen some other time a couple of months ago. It was getting dark and inside the abandoned cottage we found a couple of candles. We lit them and ate our pizzas.
In this house other stories came to us. They were all about houses and I told them about a house that I have dreamt of all my life. This house is in Greece, on a small island. We spoke about our dreams and what we feel is our destiny and mission in life. Once again I was reminded about my dream to fix that house. How I felt it is my only mission on this earth.
One candle after the other went out, when the last one was almost dead it was completely dark outside. We packed our stuff and went back to the car.
I thought the day was over there. And I was happy and content. We drove back to Visby listening to some songs on the radio and I went through the day and the stories in my head.
When we got back to Visby we rested a little bit at Alessa´s place. I was almost on my way home, starting to get tired. But then we got hungry for dessert and an hour later the three of us were walking down the dark and narrow streets of Visby towards our new goal.
We got to the main square and noticed a sign saying "Jam session-tonight". The place was called The Nun. We stepped inside and were immidiately welcomed by a warm and cosy atmosphere. A couple of people were sitting and playing together. On the wall behind them I noticed a greek flag and the name Vasilis written in Greek. I asked the young waiter if he was Greek and he replied that he was and that his dad is called Vasilis and he is the owner of the place. He pointed towards one of the guys playing the guitar in the corner of the room. Vasilis waved to us to say hello.
We ordered saffran pancakes and beer. A strange combination but it was nice. Then we were slowly drawn into the atmosphere. Wasn´t in fact this a dreamday to all of us? I could not prevent myself from asking my same old dreamday question...
After that the night continued and all of a sudden I was sitting with a guitar in my hand and Alessa was singing a song from Tyrolen. Everyone was in a really heartly and friendly mood. We clapped our hands and sang along. I remember thinking that when life is like this I don´t care about the day before or after. I was living and existing in the moment and felt no worries or anguish. I wanted to seize the clock. To be in the middle of something where no past or future exists.
When buying another beer in the bar the young waiter shows me a book. It was about people living in Gotland and he showed me the page about his dad. I started reading and I shivered for the second time that day. This man was born in Athens in the old town, just a block away from where my grandmother used to live and where my dad was born.
I continued reading. His story was dramatic and romantic. When he was 28 he wanted to travel and experience the world. He jumped on a truck and aimed for Vienna. ( Where Alessa and Didi are from) But he never came to Vienna. Instead he travelled every where else in the World. With the dream of Vienna he finally found the love of his life on Gotland. I was touched by the story and felt how every detail during this day was mysteriously connected. I got back home at about 1 am and I fell asleep with a smile on my face. How beautiful isn´t life after all? Continue Reading
Friday, October 24, 2008
High and Low and Inbetween
I recalled the phrase from a song while reading these following dreamdays. For some reason they are also related to one other, by a coincidence I guess. Or maybe I saw this relation just because I happened to recieve them at about the same time (by email). I have sent out a bunch of dreamday-emails to my colleagues here at Riksutställningar in Gotland and about four people have responded so far. I am hoping for more!
What the song and these two dreamdays point at is what is "inbetween", the "waiting room", just after or before something is going to happen. It is a beautiful thought that the nicest moment is not actually when we are in the middle of something but rather in those moments that we usually forget...
The first one took some weeks for my colleague to submit. I had almost given up when one day when I got back from lunch I saw an email with the title Drömdag in my inbox.
I was happily surprised, and even more when reading it. It was one of the most sensitive and thoughtful dreamdays I had recieved in a long time. I can tell the amount of thought this person has put into it. It is not a spontaneous dreamday caught from a bypasser on the street. It is a dreamday which is as result of both thoughts and dreams.
Well enough analysis now. Here is the dreamday: There is also a picture attached to it. Read and enjoy:
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Drömdagen är från två drömmar som jag burit med mig i många år. Den ena är en lyckodagdröm som vill att det ska kännas en dag. Den andra är en märklig nattlig dröm som jag minns.
Jag vaknar i ett stort trähus på landet en kall solig höstlig söndagsmorgon. Fönstret står lite på glänt och den stora sängen är fylld med kuddar, täcken och ungar och kärlek. Det är mina barn och hennes barn i en salig blandning. Just nu är det nästan helt tyst på ovanvåningen. Bara hunden som rör sig där nere. Jag ska snart sätta på radion och göra frukost innan larmet och all livsvilja vaknar till liv igen. Bara ligga sked en stund till och lukta i hennes nacke innan allt ska göras.
Jag känner mig lycklig för allt är i ett enda ögonblick helt perfekt. För mig.
Senare på eftermiddagen ska jag dö. Jag vet inte hur jag dör. Och jag är inte rädd och det gör inte ont. Men jag följer med någon ner under jorden och vi står framför en mörk dörr. Det är en fest därinne. Och det är min fest. Alla. Precis alla som jag träffat i mitt liv är där. Och alla är på världens bästa strålande humör. Och alla är så snygga som dom bara kan vara. Snyggaste och bästa dagen i sina liv. På min fest. Och jag hinner bara gå runt och hälsa på alla. Och alla tar i mig och kramar om mig och ger mig komplimanger.
Vilken märklig fest under jorden. Att alla är där? Vilket märkligt sätt att dö.
/Tore
PS Bilden är en sån där nyckfull bild som tillkom när man följer med på äventyret. Eller nu var det min mellandotter som träffade ett gäng fotgrafer på kulturnatten 2007. Jag var inte med. Kanske är hon den någon som visade mig vägen till festen under jorden…
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And here is the other dreamday that I got from work. It started off quite mysteriously with just an image: "Open for interepretation", it said.
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Then a few minutes later, a short complementary note arrived as well...
Vill man lägga till en text kan man skriva så här:
Jag njuter av övergången när nåt stort och viktigt ligger bakom mig och nåt annat viktigt väntar en bit bort. Mellanrummen i livet. I såna ögonblick kan nu vara ganska länge. En sån dag är min drömdag.
/MJ Continue Reading
What the song and these two dreamdays point at is what is "inbetween", the "waiting room", just after or before something is going to happen. It is a beautiful thought that the nicest moment is not actually when we are in the middle of something but rather in those moments that we usually forget...
The first one took some weeks for my colleague to submit. I had almost given up when one day when I got back from lunch I saw an email with the title Drömdag in my inbox.
I was happily surprised, and even more when reading it. It was one of the most sensitive and thoughtful dreamdays I had recieved in a long time. I can tell the amount of thought this person has put into it. It is not a spontaneous dreamday caught from a bypasser on the street. It is a dreamday which is as result of both thoughts and dreams.
Well enough analysis now. Here is the dreamday: There is also a picture attached to it. Read and enjoy:
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Drömdagen är från två drömmar som jag burit med mig i många år. Den ena är en lyckodagdröm som vill att det ska kännas en dag. Den andra är en märklig nattlig dröm som jag minns.
Jag vaknar i ett stort trähus på landet en kall solig höstlig söndagsmorgon. Fönstret står lite på glänt och den stora sängen är fylld med kuddar, täcken och ungar och kärlek. Det är mina barn och hennes barn i en salig blandning. Just nu är det nästan helt tyst på ovanvåningen. Bara hunden som rör sig där nere. Jag ska snart sätta på radion och göra frukost innan larmet och all livsvilja vaknar till liv igen. Bara ligga sked en stund till och lukta i hennes nacke innan allt ska göras.
Jag känner mig lycklig för allt är i ett enda ögonblick helt perfekt. För mig.
Senare på eftermiddagen ska jag dö. Jag vet inte hur jag dör. Och jag är inte rädd och det gör inte ont. Men jag följer med någon ner under jorden och vi står framför en mörk dörr. Det är en fest därinne. Och det är min fest. Alla. Precis alla som jag träffat i mitt liv är där. Och alla är på världens bästa strålande humör. Och alla är så snygga som dom bara kan vara. Snyggaste och bästa dagen i sina liv. På min fest. Och jag hinner bara gå runt och hälsa på alla. Och alla tar i mig och kramar om mig och ger mig komplimanger.
Vilken märklig fest under jorden. Att alla är där? Vilket märkligt sätt att dö.
/Tore
PS Bilden är en sån där nyckfull bild som tillkom när man följer med på äventyret. Eller nu var det min mellandotter som träffade ett gäng fotgrafer på kulturnatten 2007. Jag var inte med. Kanske är hon den någon som visade mig vägen till festen under jorden…
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And here is the other dreamday that I got from work. It started off quite mysteriously with just an image: "Open for interepretation", it said.
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Then a few minutes later, a short complementary note arrived as well...
Vill man lägga till en text kan man skriva så här:
Jag njuter av övergången när nåt stort och viktigt ligger bakom mig och nåt annat viktigt väntar en bit bort. Mellanrummen i livet. I såna ögonblick kan nu vara ganska länge. En sån dag är min drömdag.
/MJ Continue Reading
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
A Dreamday Question That Was Never Asked But Still Answered
The other day I took a plane from Göteborg to Visby. I had decided to bring my accordion and was struggling to fit it inside one of the small luggage shelves above the seats in the plane. I found a spot and squeezed in the bag. Then I looked around for a seat close by and spotted one next to a man in his fifties. I sat down and a few seconds later he turns to me and says: That was a big bag you had there, what do you have in it?
-It is an accordion I respond.
Oh! He replies. Accordions, that is something I relate more to my parents in law or something. How come you started to play the accordion??
I start telling him the story that I have told to so many times before. How I for years had dreamt of playing the accordion and that then one day I saw one for sale in a market in Warsaw and just followed my instinct and bought it straight away. I could not play a tune, but slowly slowly I started to practise for myself. Not that I am an expert now, but it was just one of those things that I had wanted to do for so long and that if I wouldn´t do it I would always continue dreaming.
When telling the man this I was reminded, again, about my dreamdayproject.
We chatted a little about this and that and at one point I was just about ready to ask him about his dreamday. But I never got to ask him. And I am happy I didn´t, because it came all by itself. The man slowly starts telling me that he always dreamt of playing the flute but he never got around to do it. I got really triggered about it and start attacking the poor man about how he can just go home and look for one on the Internet. He laughs and says, you make it all sound so easy.
I keep thinking about him every now and then wondering if he got himself a flute or not... Continue Reading
-It is an accordion I respond.
Oh! He replies. Accordions, that is something I relate more to my parents in law or something. How come you started to play the accordion??
I start telling him the story that I have told to so many times before. How I for years had dreamt of playing the accordion and that then one day I saw one for sale in a market in Warsaw and just followed my instinct and bought it straight away. I could not play a tune, but slowly slowly I started to practise for myself. Not that I am an expert now, but it was just one of those things that I had wanted to do for so long and that if I wouldn´t do it I would always continue dreaming.
When telling the man this I was reminded, again, about my dreamdayproject.
We chatted a little about this and that and at one point I was just about ready to ask him about his dreamday. But I never got to ask him. And I am happy I didn´t, because it came all by itself. The man slowly starts telling me that he always dreamt of playing the flute but he never got around to do it. I got really triggered about it and start attacking the poor man about how he can just go home and look for one on the Internet. He laughs and says, you make it all sound so easy.
I keep thinking about him every now and then wondering if he got himself a flute or not... Continue Reading
An Apple Dreamday!
I got this "apple dreamday" from a colleague at work today.
This must be the first object based dreamday so far in my collection. It is a nice thought. It brings the dreamday closer to reality...
Also, this is the first dreamday that I could actually eat:-)
The apple dreamday goes like this:
Imorgon är det sol. Dimma på morgonen. Fia och jag hämtar vår nypressade äppelmust. Går runt i huset vi vill köpa. Hänga upp en hängmatta. Sen blir det springa i skogen, orienteringsträning med klubben. Hemma är allt snyggt och det finns god äppelkaka.
På kvällen får vi besök av våra spelkompisar och det blir dans med bra folkmusik och äppelmust, alltså fest i nya huset.
And this is another dreamday from a colleague.
(It came in digital form)
Skickat: den 7 oktober 2008 16:42
Till: Krystallia Sakellariou
Ämne: SV: Drömdagar!
Min drömdag ser ut som sådan: Det är en dag där alla använder humorn för att uppenbara och förmedla alla sina tankar och känslor. Humorn är alltså formen som visar upp sanningen för dagen. I utsägelsen, i skämtet finns allt det förborgade som inryms i en människa för stunden: tillit, kärleksfullhet, medkänsla o s v. Det vi ser, är det dolda budskapet i uppenbarad form! Continue Reading
Sunday, September 07, 2008
A Long Story for a Short Dreamday
Yesterday I went for a coffee in a cosy café called Gula Huset here in Visby, Gotland.
Since I was right in the middle of finishing my last post about the couple in Göteborg I thought I would bring my computer along and finish it off with a cup of coffee.
The café is very small with wooden tables and old fashioned coffee cups. I take a seat by the window and unpack my computer. I get my coffee and begin to write. After a while the small room starts getting crowded. Since I sit by a big table I thought I would be nice and leave it for bigger companies. So after a while I take my things and move over to a small window table just next to a family with two small children.
I am just about to start writing when all of a sudden the man in the family leans over to me and asks: -Do you have wireless internet? Yeah, sure I do, I respond, quite proud of my new 3G-mobile broadband... Well, could you move a little bit further away he says. I got really surprised and looked at him. Oh ok...
-I got my dose of radiation at the library today, he continues, and it really disturbs me. It makes me feel sick. Actually I could feel the signal from where you were sitting at the other table as well, he says. Alright I say and start mumbling something about all the signals that exist around us today and so I say: Well, I can just move back to the other table then...-Thanks I really appreciate it, he says.
And there we go again, balancing a cup of coffee and the computer back to the old table by the window. I begin to write but my mind is unfocused. Why did I not just tell the guy what a stupid idea that is that it would be my computer giving away radiation? The radiaton or signals or whatever you call them, already exists out there, regardless if I am connected or not, or am I wrong?
Anyway, in a little while the family is gone and I can start writing again. I go for a second round of coffee and while drinking it and writing the last lines on my blog a woman from another table comes up to me and says: Is it OK if I take a picture of you when you sit there and write? It just looks so interesting with the combination of old and new, the old café and the modern laptop, she says. Sure I say and try not to pose while staring at the computer.
I finally finish my post on the blog and decide to put the computer back in my bag. I take up a little note book that I have decided to use only for writing down my dreams that I have at night. I start writing down a dream of mine that I had about a week ago about a house that my family owns in Greece. The dream had made such a strong impression on me and I wanted to write it down in detail so I would not forget it.
After writing for a little bit I needed to go to the bathroom. I left my cup and notebook on the table. The toilet is next to the small courtyard and I step outside. When coming back I pass the table where the ladies were sitting who took the picture of me. I smile for myself while thinking what a bizarre afternoon this had been so far. When I get back to the table I get another surprise. I have company. Across the table there is an old man sitting with a cup of coffee, a big sandwich and a book. -Now you have company he said! Ok, that is nice I respond and sit down.
He asks me what I am writing. I am writing down a dream I had some time ago, I said. He gets curious and I tell him about the dream briefly. Then he said: I have two dreams that I had a long time ago and that I still remember very clearly. They are about being lucky and being saved, he says. He starts telling me these dreams in detail and at the same time I remember thinking that right now I must be the luckiest person to get to hear a stranger´s dream, just like that, simple and unpretentiously over a cup of coffee...
That is when I get the idea: Maybe I can take this chance to ask the man what his dreamday would look like. I could not stop myself and a few minutes later I start telling him about my dreamdayproject. He was not overly excited about the question at first. But then he starts thinking and he says:
" Well, first of all, it involves a woman to accompany me. It is a day spent either by the sea or in the mountains. If it is by the sea there is probably a boat involved, and if it is the mountains maybe some hiking. The day is about the joy of spending time with a woman that you care for and to wake up together and fall asleep together at night."
After that we continue our small talk for a little while and eventually I open my note book and start writing it all down. The man takes up his book as well and says. -This is a good book, but it is really hard to read. But I try to force myself to read a little bit in it every once in while...
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Since I was right in the middle of finishing my last post about the couple in Göteborg I thought I would bring my computer along and finish it off with a cup of coffee.
The café is very small with wooden tables and old fashioned coffee cups. I take a seat by the window and unpack my computer. I get my coffee and begin to write. After a while the small room starts getting crowded. Since I sit by a big table I thought I would be nice and leave it for bigger companies. So after a while I take my things and move over to a small window table just next to a family with two small children.
I am just about to start writing when all of a sudden the man in the family leans over to me and asks: -Do you have wireless internet? Yeah, sure I do, I respond, quite proud of my new 3G-mobile broadband... Well, could you move a little bit further away he says. I got really surprised and looked at him. Oh ok...
-I got my dose of radiation at the library today, he continues, and it really disturbs me. It makes me feel sick. Actually I could feel the signal from where you were sitting at the other table as well, he says. Alright I say and start mumbling something about all the signals that exist around us today and so I say: Well, I can just move back to the other table then...-Thanks I really appreciate it, he says.
And there we go again, balancing a cup of coffee and the computer back to the old table by the window. I begin to write but my mind is unfocused. Why did I not just tell the guy what a stupid idea that is that it would be my computer giving away radiation? The radiaton or signals or whatever you call them, already exists out there, regardless if I am connected or not, or am I wrong?
Anyway, in a little while the family is gone and I can start writing again. I go for a second round of coffee and while drinking it and writing the last lines on my blog a woman from another table comes up to me and says: Is it OK if I take a picture of you when you sit there and write? It just looks so interesting with the combination of old and new, the old café and the modern laptop, she says. Sure I say and try not to pose while staring at the computer.
I finally finish my post on the blog and decide to put the computer back in my bag. I take up a little note book that I have decided to use only for writing down my dreams that I have at night. I start writing down a dream of mine that I had about a week ago about a house that my family owns in Greece. The dream had made such a strong impression on me and I wanted to write it down in detail so I would not forget it.
After writing for a little bit I needed to go to the bathroom. I left my cup and notebook on the table. The toilet is next to the small courtyard and I step outside. When coming back I pass the table where the ladies were sitting who took the picture of me. I smile for myself while thinking what a bizarre afternoon this had been so far. When I get back to the table I get another surprise. I have company. Across the table there is an old man sitting with a cup of coffee, a big sandwich and a book. -Now you have company he said! Ok, that is nice I respond and sit down.
He asks me what I am writing. I am writing down a dream I had some time ago, I said. He gets curious and I tell him about the dream briefly. Then he said: I have two dreams that I had a long time ago and that I still remember very clearly. They are about being lucky and being saved, he says. He starts telling me these dreams in detail and at the same time I remember thinking that right now I must be the luckiest person to get to hear a stranger´s dream, just like that, simple and unpretentiously over a cup of coffee...
That is when I get the idea: Maybe I can take this chance to ask the man what his dreamday would look like. I could not stop myself and a few minutes later I start telling him about my dreamdayproject. He was not overly excited about the question at first. But then he starts thinking and he says:
" Well, first of all, it involves a woman to accompany me. It is a day spent either by the sea or in the mountains. If it is by the sea there is probably a boat involved, and if it is the mountains maybe some hiking. The day is about the joy of spending time with a woman that you care for and to wake up together and fall asleep together at night."
After that we continue our small talk for a little while and eventually I open my note book and start writing it all down. The man takes up his book as well and says. -This is a good book, but it is really hard to read. But I try to force myself to read a little bit in it every once in while...
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Saturday, September 06, 2008
Sleepless in Gothenburg
I really wonder what this couple said to eachother when they walked away this afternoon. One thing is sure though. One of them is not living his dreamday right now.
The video clip is from last winter. I was standing outside Biopalatset in Göteborg, Sweden trying to get some Swedes to answer the same question that I had asked so many times before. Göteborg was somehow more difficult than other places and many people seemed to be too stressed to be disturbed with such a trivial question. If I had been asking something more "serious", maybe something connected to global warming or so, then maybe they would have given the question more thought.
Nevertheless there were some really interesting answers coming up. Some very subtle but yet very honest. This is one of them.
Unfortunately the sound is not very good, but if you listen very carefully you can hear the man saying something very quietly just before he is interrupted by his wife. He mumbles something like " A day when you can sleep..."
In the meantime the wife streches out her arm and looks at her clock and says: We are a little bit in a hurry right now...He never gets to finish his sentence before they are quickly walking away to their set destination. But I hope he finishes the thought in his mind. Maybe maybe he even said it to his wife, and maybe the next day he would be able to change his day.
I also wondered what they were hurrying for that was so important that she could not even listen to what her husband had to say about his dreamday. She had the chance to peek inside his soul for a second, and she did not even listen. I think that is the sadest part of this dreamday. And also, who knows what time he had to get up this morning just to stress out on the busy streets.
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The video clip is from last winter. I was standing outside Biopalatset in Göteborg, Sweden trying to get some Swedes to answer the same question that I had asked so many times before. Göteborg was somehow more difficult than other places and many people seemed to be too stressed to be disturbed with such a trivial question. If I had been asking something more "serious", maybe something connected to global warming or so, then maybe they would have given the question more thought.
Nevertheless there were some really interesting answers coming up. Some very subtle but yet very honest. This is one of them.
Unfortunately the sound is not very good, but if you listen very carefully you can hear the man saying something very quietly just before he is interrupted by his wife. He mumbles something like " A day when you can sleep..."
In the meantime the wife streches out her arm and looks at her clock and says: We are a little bit in a hurry right now...He never gets to finish his sentence before they are quickly walking away to their set destination. But I hope he finishes the thought in his mind. Maybe maybe he even said it to his wife, and maybe the next day he would be able to change his day.
I also wondered what they were hurrying for that was so important that she could not even listen to what her husband had to say about his dreamday. She had the chance to peek inside his soul for a second, and she did not even listen. I think that is the sadest part of this dreamday. And also, who knows what time he had to get up this morning just to stress out on the busy streets.
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Thursday, September 04, 2008
Beach or God?
I met these two guys in Mexico City in 2006. I was standing just outside the main square in Mexico City when I saw the two of them walking down the street. I suspected they were Jehovas Witnesses and I was of course very curious to hear about their dreamday.
The first guy is quick to respond that his dreamday would be to do what he is doing right now, which is to spread the word of God...
The I turn to the other guy. I ask him what his dreamday would be like. He responds something like this:
" Well, all those things that he said before, but also....just go to the beach or something..."
I love the honesty in that answer:-)
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The first guy is quick to respond that his dreamday would be to do what he is doing right now, which is to spread the word of God...
The I turn to the other guy. I ask him what his dreamday would be like. He responds something like this:
" Well, all those things that he said before, but also....just go to the beach or something..."
I love the honesty in that answer:-)
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Estar en la Casa Todo el Día
This Dreamday video was filmed in December 2005 in Monterrey, Mexico. My two friends Luis and Roberto helped me out and this was during the second day of Dreamday filming ever. We had taken a taxi on our lunch-break to one of the big fruit and vegetable markets in the city. This girl that I am interviewing is working in one of the stands there.
When I approached her and when she noticed the video camera, she looked really bothered as you can see. (And I don´t blame her...) I remember thinking in that same moment that the whole thing was a bad idea and that maybe I should just leave her alone. But the camera was running and I could not find a way to end the conversation...
So I finally get to ask my question in broken Spanish and I am wondering if she is going to ignore it or not.
But in that same moment something magical happens. And it is exactly those moments that keep me inspired to continue this project.
For a few seconds the expression in her face changes. You can hardly notice but a smile breaks through her face and then she reponds:
-To stay at home one whole day!
My dreamdayproject is not so much about the replies that I get, but more about what happens when you hear the question. When you are forced to remind yourself about your dreams and wishes...
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When I approached her and when she noticed the video camera, she looked really bothered as you can see. (And I don´t blame her...) I remember thinking in that same moment that the whole thing was a bad idea and that maybe I should just leave her alone. But the camera was running and I could not find a way to end the conversation...
So I finally get to ask my question in broken Spanish and I am wondering if she is going to ignore it or not.
But in that same moment something magical happens. And it is exactly those moments that keep me inspired to continue this project.
For a few seconds the expression in her face changes. You can hardly notice but a smile breaks through her face and then she reponds:
-To stay at home one whole day!
My dreamdayproject is not so much about the replies that I get, but more about what happens when you hear the question. When you are forced to remind yourself about your dreams and wishes...
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Thursday, August 14, 2008
I just love this guy so I had to put him here on the first page again...You cant miss this:-)
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Thursday, August 07, 2008
Today I met one of my oldest friends, Frida, and was reminded about her dreamday from 2003...
Here it is:
" I would like it to be September ( the month is just coming up now, so it looks pretty good for Frida).
It would be a nice autumn day with clear and fresh weather and blue sky. I would wake up around 9. Then I would go somewhere with a train, down towards central Europe, pretty unplaned together with good company. At night I would fall asleep in a new city and be on my way on a journey for indefinite time."
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Here it is:
" I would like it to be September ( the month is just coming up now, so it looks pretty good for Frida).
It would be a nice autumn day with clear and fresh weather and blue sky. I would wake up around 9. Then I would go somewhere with a train, down towards central Europe, pretty unplaned together with good company. At night I would fall asleep in a new city and be on my way on a journey for indefinite time."
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This is a note from my friend Roberto. He helped me filming in Monterrey and Mexico City in 2005.
Roberto´s dreamday back then goes something like this:
To be able to spend time with my family, my brothers and Enid and enjoy the day as much as possible. To skate as never before. Go to a concert or play in one. Eat with my family and then meet up with every single person that I find interesting and that I love and to know that I leave something after me, at least a nice memory, like a small bag of candies.
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Roberto´s dreamday back then goes something like this:
To be able to spend time with my family, my brothers and Enid and enjoy the day as much as possible. To skate as never before. Go to a concert or play in one. Eat with my family and then meet up with every single person that I find interesting and that I love and to know that I leave something after me, at least a nice memory, like a small bag of candies.
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Wednesday, August 06, 2008
This is an old friend of mine who was one of the first ones to participate in this project. The note goes back to 2002 but somehow I think his dreamday is still pretty much the same...
Claes would like to wake up at around 9 in Warszaw ( where he is also living right now). He wants to have breakfast together with his girlfriend. The breakfast is pretty advanced: Fresh coffee, vegetables, cheese, ham (maybe pesto). After that they do their own things for a while. Claes has a coffee alone together with his books and note book. He is working on an article for pretty long, around 2-3 hours. (Roughly around 11-14). He takes a walk in the city and gets inspired by fresh fruits, smells from cars, people and buildings. He continues to the library ( he works as a journalist or as a PhD-student and is working on his dissertation.) He reads a book by Heidegger, Seinfeld or Letterman.
On his way home, he makes a stop in an espresso bar for about 20-30 min. After that he goes home and takes a long shower. Then his girlfriend comes home. They have a glass of wine together and talk about everything. They prepare some food, listen to music and then they have a long dinner together. After that anything can happen, maybe going to the cinema, stay at home, go to a bar, meeting friends, depending on the mood.
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Claes would like to wake up at around 9 in Warszaw ( where he is also living right now). He wants to have breakfast together with his girlfriend. The breakfast is pretty advanced: Fresh coffee, vegetables, cheese, ham (maybe pesto). After that they do their own things for a while. Claes has a coffee alone together with his books and note book. He is working on an article for pretty long, around 2-3 hours. (Roughly around 11-14). He takes a walk in the city and gets inspired by fresh fruits, smells from cars, people and buildings. He continues to the library ( he works as a journalist or as a PhD-student and is working on his dissertation.) He reads a book by Heidegger, Seinfeld or Letterman.
On his way home, he makes a stop in an espresso bar for about 20-30 min. After that he goes home and takes a long shower. Then his girlfriend comes home. They have a glass of wine together and talk about everything. They prepare some food, listen to music and then they have a long dinner together. After that anything can happen, maybe going to the cinema, stay at home, go to a bar, meeting friends, depending on the mood.
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This is a note from a class mate in Greece from 2003. It says:
" My dream day is to be on a beach with my friends and the beach to be beautiful."
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" My dream day is to be on a beach with my friends and the beach to be beautiful."
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These are a two notes from a couple that I have known for many years, They are from Sweden but live in New York now together with a camel called Stan.
Notice how their dreamdays are pretty well syncronized!
Frida would like to get up pretty early, around 8 or so. Preferably with a breakfast outdoors. She would have sandwiches with (a strange combintion-but I have never tried....) honey and redcurrants and a cup of tea. No company except the morning newspaper. (if well planned, Jonas could have that morning swim right here...)
The day would then continue with different activities, like for example picking mushrooms in the forest, sewing or walking. Something simple really, but absolutely no shopping! Maybe together with the family.
Then lunch and after that take a rest and maybe read a book. Maybe also some afternoon "fika" ( coffee/tea and something nice to go with it)
The night would be spent together with friends and a nice dinner. Things that Frida does NOT want on her dreamday are: shopping and phone calls...
Jonas would also like to get up early. If it is summer he would like to take a swim and then have a big breakfast out in the sun with "filbunke" (hm, how do I translate that, a special kind of yoghurt made at home I guess.) and juice.
After that Jonas would like to play golf and have an expensive golf lunch at the club. ( I guess this would be while Frida is out in the forest picking mushrooms..)
After coming back home, Jonas would like to cut some wood and after that take a swim again. After that he would like to read a comic book in the hammock followed by afternoon "fika" with newly-baked buns.
In the evening: Preparing a bbq with marinades, sauces etc. Maybe also grill some corn. After dinner preferably playing cards, sauna and a swim again... Continue Reading
Notice how their dreamdays are pretty well syncronized!
Frida would like to get up pretty early, around 8 or so. Preferably with a breakfast outdoors. She would have sandwiches with (a strange combintion-but I have never tried....) honey and redcurrants and a cup of tea. No company except the morning newspaper. (if well planned, Jonas could have that morning swim right here...)
The day would then continue with different activities, like for example picking mushrooms in the forest, sewing or walking. Something simple really, but absolutely no shopping! Maybe together with the family.
Then lunch and after that take a rest and maybe read a book. Maybe also some afternoon "fika" ( coffee/tea and something nice to go with it)
The night would be spent together with friends and a nice dinner. Things that Frida does NOT want on her dreamday are: shopping and phone calls...
Jonas would also like to get up early. If it is summer he would like to take a swim and then have a big breakfast out in the sun with "filbunke" (hm, how do I translate that, a special kind of yoghurt made at home I guess.) and juice.
After that Jonas would like to play golf and have an expensive golf lunch at the club. ( I guess this would be while Frida is out in the forest picking mushrooms..)
After coming back home, Jonas would like to cut some wood and after that take a swim again. After that he would like to read a comic book in the hammock followed by afternoon "fika" with newly-baked buns.
In the evening: Preparing a bbq with marinades, sauces etc. Maybe also grill some corn. After dinner preferably playing cards, sauna and a swim again... Continue Reading
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
and more notes...
This is another note from Copenhagen. This girl i met in Athens in 2003. Her dreamday would be a day on the Greek Island Paros together with her boyfriend. She would also probably like to be pregnant, she writes. She would also like to see the sun rise and to go to the beach there.
This is a note from a former colleague of mine in Göteborg. I think it must be from around 2003. It says:
" To go to Carmel, California and visit a man who is growing wine there and whom I met a couple of years ago. Make new contacts, travel around and to really seize the day." Continue Reading
More dreamday notes!
This is a note from a friend of mine from Thailand. She lives in Stockholm now and this is her dreamday:
"Just being by the wonderful, lovely sea surrounded by the ones i love.
Opps! I forgot my cats"
This note is from when I went to Copenhagen some years ago. Unfortunately I can not remember who wrote this note and it does not have a name on it either. The note is in Danish and it goes something like this:
" I am at home. It is the day after a party, which has been great. My friends were here yesterday. I do not do anything in the whole day but look out from the window and smile while thinking of yesterday. "
I think this is a very interesting dreamday. It is a day that depends on the day before. It is about enjoying what has been rather than being right in the middle of it.
This is a friend of mine from Monterrey, Mexico.
His dreamday would be to go to Cuba with his family. They would all be together and without any worries or problems they would enjoy eachother´s company and laugh alot.
This is a note from one of my friend´s ex-boyfriends. It says:
"Making love on a sailing boat on the Swedish West Coast on a warm summer day." Continue Reading
Monday, August 04, 2008
Here are some dreamday notes that I have collected throughout the years
This is the note from my Greek teacher from when I used to study at the Athens Centre, Greece in 2004. Even though my teacher is maybe 25 years older than me, her dreamday is probably the one that mostly resembles mine! (except from that part with the kids perhaps) The note is in Greek and it says:
"I would like to wake up alone, without my alarm clock. I would be served breakfast in bed and read the newspaper while drinking coffee. Then I would talk and laugh together with my children. At lunch time the weather is nice and we take a long walk around the Akropolis. We would sit down at a small tavern where some old Rembetika singer with a harsh voice would sing and play. Together with friends we will eat, laugh and sing until the night...maybe even until the morning."
This used to be my supervisor in Mexico. She wants to spend her dreamday at home dressed in a pyjamas and reading a good book.At work she used dress very elegantly and would change clothes twice a day...
This is one of my favorite notes. It says: "To restore my dialogue with Dubravka, a lady who has broken up wth me,"
"My dreamday would be a day when I wake up without realizing it." Continue Reading
A Turkish Guy Living in Holland
This guy is visiting Istanbul with his friends and have just been inside the Blue Mosque. I was lucky to interview him right on his dreamday...
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A Japanese Tourist in Istanbul
It is really hard to get women to contribute to this project. Here I walked up to a Japanese woman just outside the Blue Mosque in Istanbul. Her tour guide came to resque and translated my question to her. All of a sudden a whole group of Japanese tourists stood in a ring around us and wondered what was going on. The woman did not want to reply but this man was very excited to participate. Here is his dreamday:
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A Guy from Azerbaijan Studying in Istanbul
I met this guy outside the Blue Mosque in Istanbul. He is studying journalism in Istanbul and his dreamday would be to have lots of money. Continue Reading
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
A greek guy in Athens
If I understand it right this guy speaks about a more general dreamday that could apply on many Greek people. The day, he says, would be a day of visiting nice places and drinking coffee with your friends or famiy speaking about the experience. Continue Reading
Dreamdays in Athens and Istanbul
This summer I went for a holiday to Greece and Turkey. I brougt my camera with me hoping to be able to collect a few more dreamdays. Sometimes I get tired of this dreamdayproject but then as soon as I get a few answers I feel all excited about the project again!
I try to bring my camera as often as I can. Not everytime I find the right occasion to start filming. On this trip I filmed at three different places. Syntagma square in Athens, Greece, Outside the Blue Mosque in Istanbul and in Beyoglu in Istanbul. They were three very different places and days.
In Athens I was alone and did not have anyone holding the camera for me. It made it a little harder but the outcome I think was good. The angle got much closer and it feels more direct. I went to Syntagma square at about 10 o clock on a Sunday morning. It was about 41C already and people were very hot, crossing the square in a rush to find shade.
I approached a few different people passing the square. Sometimes in broken Greek and othertimes in English. For some reason, both in Greece and Turkey, women where not so open to respond. The clips I am showing here are therefore mostly guys.
I Istanbul the language was a big problem. There were so many people that I really wanted to ask but when I went up to them and aksed if they spoke English almost everyone said no. The replies that I eventually collected were mostly tourists. Some with Turkish background but who where living in for example Austria or the Netherlands.
Most of them had just been inside the Blue Mosque and were quite relaxed and positive to respond.
A few days later I decided to change spot and stand on the major street in the area Beyoglu which is a trendy and more modern part of the town. Here it was very hard to find anyone speaking English. I got a few replies and then decided to call it off for the day.
Here is a clip while trying to find people to interview just outside the Blue Mosque and Hagia Sofia:
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I try to bring my camera as often as I can. Not everytime I find the right occasion to start filming. On this trip I filmed at three different places. Syntagma square in Athens, Greece, Outside the Blue Mosque in Istanbul and in Beyoglu in Istanbul. They were three very different places and days.
In Athens I was alone and did not have anyone holding the camera for me. It made it a little harder but the outcome I think was good. The angle got much closer and it feels more direct. I went to Syntagma square at about 10 o clock on a Sunday morning. It was about 41C already and people were very hot, crossing the square in a rush to find shade.
I approached a few different people passing the square. Sometimes in broken Greek and othertimes in English. For some reason, both in Greece and Turkey, women where not so open to respond. The clips I am showing here are therefore mostly guys.
I Istanbul the language was a big problem. There were so many people that I really wanted to ask but when I went up to them and aksed if they spoke English almost everyone said no. The replies that I eventually collected were mostly tourists. Some with Turkish background but who where living in for example Austria or the Netherlands.
Most of them had just been inside the Blue Mosque and were quite relaxed and positive to respond.
A few days later I decided to change spot and stand on the major street in the area Beyoglu which is a trendy and more modern part of the town. Here it was very hard to find anyone speaking English. I got a few replies and then decided to call it off for the day.
Here is a clip while trying to find people to interview just outside the Blue Mosque and Hagia Sofia:
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Sunday, October 21, 2007
Ronnie´s dreamday
Ronnie´s dreamday would be to get a contract with WWE or to earn wht Bill Gates earns in a year or to be happy and positive or own 5-10% of what Narutos is earning from books and DVDs or just to have the day of together with my friends out in the world.
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Henry´s dreamday
This note is from 2002. Henry wants to take an early swim in the sea on his dreamday. After that a long walk and then listen to a radio show. In the afternoon he wants to go to a special ice-cream place in Varberg called Tre Toppar where they sell huge ice-creams. Continue Reading
Roger´s dreamday
This note I think is from 2003. Roger wants to take the boat and go for a picknick with his friends. They spend the day in the sun and in the shadow, talking and playing games and most importantly, have a bbq. In the evening when it gets cold, they cover themselves with blankets and finally take the boat back home. Continue Reading
Dreamdayproject is filming in Göteborg, Sweden
This is a couple who have been married for over forty years. They are in the middle of a dreamday right now, taking in stroll back home after a nice lunch. Actually, most of their days are dreamdays they say, as long as they are in good health. Continue Reading
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