I Am Moving Out-Please Come and Visit!!!

Since I love traveling I thought I would once again pack my things and start something new and fresh somewhere else. I have already found a new place to stay, it is nice, a little bit hard to adjust to at first, but I think I will love it once I have settled in properly...

But there is something different with this trip: I am traveling in Cyber Space...

Here is where you can find me from now on: www.thedreamdayproject.com

It is a blog/website where I hope to be able to both write stories and illustrate the projects that I have been working on. It is not yet ready but I think I am on the right track now!

All my old posts and comments are coming along! So pack your bags and I hope to see you soon in my new home!!

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Care for a Lemon Sorbet?

...Then look out for this woman in Puebla.

...And here is the male version:


When people ask me what it is like to live in Puebla I never know what to say, but I think this gives a bit of an idea of what a day in the city can be like.
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Santo Angel Custodio

Yesterday I woke up at 5 am by the sound of fireworks. For a moment I was confused; It was not New Years Eve, nor did it seem like any of our neighbours were having a party...

Then I realized: The fireworks did come from one of our neighbours across the street; the Church of Analco, who was beginning a 24 hour celebration of the patron saint of the Barrio de Analco; Santo Angel Custodio.

The fireworks continued all day until it was time for the religious procession dedicated to the saint. When they passed by our front door I had to go out and join them. Whatever religion you are, it is hard not to feel touched by the magic created in these processions.

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Roggilandet

-Passport please!



This is the border to Roggilandet. In Spanish you say "mi país" when you speak about the country where you are from. When you translate it literarily into English it becomes: "my country", which sounds like you are referring to your own country which only belongs to you.

When my colleagues in Puebla asked me when I was going back to "my country" I didn´t realize how suitable that phrase actually was. As a matter of fact, I do have my own country and it is called the Roggiland.

The Roggiland is located in the South West of Sweden just a few minutes walk from where I grew up. I don´t remember from where I got the name; Roggilandet, but my friends and family still use the name when they talk about this place, close to the lake.



Only very special friends were invited to come in and play with me in Roggilandet. There we would pretend that we were archeologist, and every trace that we found was a sign that this had been an ancient kingdom where kings and queens had lived and fought many years ago.

We were convinced that the piles of stones located around the fields, were graves were soldiers had been buried and inside two of the larger hills, the Swedish and the Danish king were resting. I never became an archeologist. I guess I was more interested in the stories that I created, together with my friends, rather than trying to find out if they were true or not. And to be honest, when I walk by those hills today, I still somehow believe that the Swedish and Danish kings were buried there and that one day some archeologist will discover the big treasure.

Some years ago, long after I had stopped playing with my friends in Roggilandet, one of my friends told me that she had brought a guy she was dating to Roggilandet. I remember how upset that made me. How could she let a a person that I hardly knew inside my country? I was around 25 that time.

I guess we are all protective when it comes to the things that we consider ours and this must be the root to all the border conflicts around the world.

Here comes the first part of four of the documentary with Marco Antonio Flores Martínez, where he is speaking about how he left Mexico to go to the USA.



(I am so proud I finally managed to add subtitles)
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The Dream Day Poem by Jesús Herrera

A while ago I got a Dream Day poem from a young poet called Jesús Herrera in Puebla. It was written in Spanish and I was going to translate it into English once my Spanish had improved. But before I was finished with my course, a young journalist from Mexico City; Gabriel Infante, who had found Proyecto Zapato on Youtube, read my blog, discovered the poem, offered to translate it for me. It was of course an offer I could not resist.

Thank you Jesús and Gabriel for your contribution to the Dreamdayproject!

Here comes the Dream Day poem translated into English:


How dramatic can perfection be?

How monotonous or
ephemeral?

Could I contemplate the ether
of the fountains

and the grid of a dream
of exiles;

What justices that claim
nostalgia

without gods perception
or the empty chairs,

dismantle the wooden
coffins

and protects their smile against
melancholic beams

and shoes stories,
without laces on the asphalt

nor residual of slaves,
to abolish the oblivion in each

estimated steps,
reciting to new vicious

of wolfs and
veiled anarchists

in this battle against,
human structure,

dream day…
dismantle dictatorship
and all the utopias


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Sounds from Puebla

This is a beautiful song which I heard in Puebla some time before I went back to Sweden. They say that a picture says more than a hundred words, but doesn´t a sound say more than a hundred pictures?


(click here to watch more videos on Youtube>>)

This is what I sometimes hear when I open my front-door and what you should listen for in Puebla if you are hungry and want to have some empanadas:



And if you have a crave for ice-cream? Try to locate this man shouting "Heladoooo!":



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Miguel crossed the US Border by Foot

This is Miguel. I interviewed him this weekend here in our court yard about what I thought was a struggle for the American Dream.

Miguel went to the US about 15 years ago where he lived for about four years. He went alone at first, and a few months later his wife and two children came after. When he went to the US he wasn´t chasing an American Dream at all, he said, he left because he had to, and he wasn´t dreaming of anything else than being able to support his own family.

Miguel crossed the US border by foot, somewhere on the border to Arizona. It was very easy and smooth and nothing like the stories I might had expected to hear about people crossing the desert to start a new life on the other side of the border.

Somebody drove Miguel to the border where he was dropped off to walk the last 500m. It was in the middle of the night of course, and obviously he didn´t have a passport nor a visa with him. Nevertheless, it went extremely smooth. Miguel even told me that he hadn´t even noticed that he had actually crossed the border until he was already on the other side.

He didn´t realize that he was on on the other side until he saw the big McDonald's sign where he was to be picked up again by the same person who had dropped him off some minutes earlier. He went inside McDonald's, met his friend, and together they drove off into The United States of America.

It wasn´t a dramatic story at all, and it left me thinking; This is one of the most visible borders in the world, but in the end isn´t it all just an invention? The border itself is as invisible as any other border in the world. It exists only where the immigration office is located, or as a line on colorful map in school.

Meet Miguel and listen to his story on my website to come!

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New T- (he Dreamdayproject) Shirt

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The American Dream Continues

This is Marco. He is a colleague of mine at Inglés Individual here in Puebla. In 1999 he and his brother managed to cross the border to the United States in search for a new and better life on the other side of the border.

I interviewed Marco about his dreams, how he got into the country and what it was like to start a new life over there. And finally, why he decided to come back to Mexico. It resulted in a 30 min long interview about "The American Dream". The video is coming up soon, on the website.

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El Proyecto Amor Ya Empezó

The Love Project (El Proyecto Amor) has officially started!

Day 1
Location: Parque de Analco, Puebla, Mexico
Date: June 26, 2009
Time: Noon


Couple 1: Fernando and Claudia
Have been a couple for 8 months

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Couple 2: Raul and Laura
7 years



Couple 3: Gabriela and Alan
11 months
"Trust is the most important thing to make a relationship work"



Couple 4: Valeria and Paco
3 years
"The key to a good relationship is to be yourself and not pretend to be somebody else..."



Couple 5: Nelly and Jafet
1 month
"Trust is the most important thing"



Couple 6: Catherine and Raul
4 months
"Trust"



Couple 7: Gustavo and Ana
Have been friends for many years and recently started dating
"El amor es el motor de cada día"-Love is the engine of every day

..Y que bueno es perder
lo que amamos

porque lamentablemente
solo así se descubre
lo que amabamos..."


...and how good to lose the one you love

because sadly
only like that, we are able to discover
what we once used to love...

After telling Ana and Gustavo a little bit about my project, Gustavo took up his cellphone and read out loud some of the love poems that he had written. It was a very touching moment to sit there on a bench with two strangers listening to a love poem in the middle of the day.

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Unplugged Part II

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The Dreamdayproject Unplugged

I am back! This time with a short performance...

I was about to start working on my website yesterday when I found this song on the Internet that I hadn´t heard for many years. I took up an old guitar that hadn´t been played on for just as long and started playing. I didn´t do any progress on my website but I had a very nice morning drinking coffee and playing this song over and over again.

I think this is a part of a dreamday for me, to allow myself to take a break from what I was supposed to do and just let myself do whatever I feel like; Without any goal or plan, just doing what makes me happy in this moment.

Here is the Dreamdayproject, unplugged, live in Puebla, Mexico:

(The song is called Maria, många mil och år från här and it is written by John Holm. )


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Dreamdayproject Taking a Break

Maybe it was while trying to translate that Dreamday poem from Spanish to English, that I realized I needed to learn more Spanish to be able to develop my projects here in Mexico.

After some searching on the Internet the other day, I came a cross an intensive course at the Spanish Institute of Puebla and today was my first day back as a student again. Our kitchen table is now filled with grammar books rather than Dreamday notes and it was with both excitement and sadness that I put aside my Dreamday work for a while.

During the following four weeks I will be both a student and a teacher, making me become something like a 1 % Dreamday worker rather than the 100% one that I used to be. It is short break, but a necessary one I think.

I hope to be back soon with many new stories and experiences to write about, and until then,

Hasta Luego!

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Kicked Out From "The American Dream" (Part 1)

I never thought that my job as an English teacher would actually help me develop the Dreamdayproject in any way, but last night, just before falling asleep, I remembered something that had happened previously at school that same day and suddenly a new idea for the Dreamdayproject came to me.

The students in the school where I work all come from very different backgrounds. Last week for example I met a man who was working at the prison in Puebla. Ever since I saw the movie Escape from Alcatraz (1979 with Clint Eastwood) as a young girl, I have been fascinated with prisons. (I wonder how that is connected to my claustrophobia but never mind) Anyway, since the chapter we were supposed to discuss that day was about jobs and job interviews, I took the chance to ask this man everything I could think of regarding his job. He got to practice his English and we both left class happy and content I think...

Yesterday I was teaching a class with six students, which is usually the maximum number of students in a class at Ingles Individual. There was a new student sitting next to me and he kept talking to me while I tried to focus on another student doing a pronunciation exercise as well as correcting papers from the other students. At first I was not paying much attention to what he was saying, but as he started telling me how he had just come back to Puebla after living as an illegal immigrant in the US for over 10 years, I started to forget those papers that I was supposed to correct.

He told me that he had been caught by the police three times and that the third time he was kicked out of the country. Now he is not allowed to return to the US for atleast four years he told me.

"I was living the American dream" he said.

"I had everything, and I was even about to get married to a white girl, but then I got caught..."

The class was over far too soon and when walking out of the classroom I just knew I had to talk to this man again. I wanted to interview him, talk to him about what it was like to be an illegal immigrant in the US, how it felt to be back in Mexico after 10 years. And a thousand other questions.

I was thinking about him just before I was falling asleep last night. I was imagining what it was like living with constant fear of being caught by the police. What it was like to live a life which could be taken away from you in a second. And I kept hearing his voice over and over;

"- I was living the American dream."

I thought about the phrase and about the way he said it and suddenly I realized what I had to do next.

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Grammar Lesson

My endless days as a Dreamday worker are long gone. However, topics like dreams or shoes still seem to appear even in my new life as an English teacher.

I was having an oral exam yesterday with a boy, about 10 years old. I was asking him to make up sentences using difficult words that he had been studying during the last lessons. After a bit of reading and pronounciation exercises, I asked him to make up a sentence using the words "Fewer than". The boy was quick and said:

"I have fewer toys than my brother."

The sentence was correct of course and so we moved on to the next words; "Less than", which is supposed to be used for uncountables, such as sugar, coffee etc.

I asked him if he could make up another sentence using "Less than". The boy thought for a few seconds and then said:

"My dad has less shoes than my mum."

Hm, I said, are you sure? Isn´t it possible to count shoes?

No, he said, my mum has so many shoes it is impossible to count them...

I guess you just have to give him right for that, don´t you?

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A Dream (Thurs-)Day Outfit

New habits were quickly formed as the swine flu hit Mexico a couple of weeks ago. In the school where I work, we all had to wear those mouth covers in class. That was before the school closed for a week. (It is impossible to have a normal conversation wearing one by the way!)

Those mouth covers have been funny to follow; At first they were just blue and plain. Everybody seemed to be wearing the same ones, and it was nothing more than a simple mouth cover. However, pretty soon people didn´t seem to like the fact that they all looked the same; I guess they wanted to express their personalities somehow. And so they did through their mouth covers.

Some people wore home made versions (made out of a dish cloth for example). Others went for more stylish ones in elegant white, made out of exclusive fabric. I even spotted a few ones that looked like gas masks with a small ventilation in the front. I think those were worn by very serious people, probably with good market connections. And then there were of course the individualists; the ones who started to make drawings on their masks, for example a moustache or a big smile.

This week all the classes have been running as normal again and the mouth covers have disappeared (I almost miss them!) and instead the "gel" era has begun. You can now find an antibacterial gel in every reception or at the counter in various cafes. At my school the students must stay in line to have their hands cleaned with this gel before entering the classroom. Who knows if all this really works, but I guess we all need to have something to believe in.

Tomorrow it is Thursday again by the way; that is pink t-shirt day as you might already know. I forgot to tell you last time that the five day uniform that all the teachers must wear, also includes pants and shoes in different colours; Pink t-shirt is supposedly best combined with grey pants and black shoes. It is my boss´s favorite combination he told me, so I assume Thursdays have become somewhat of a dreamday to him...

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Proyecto Zapato-The Shoeproject in Spanish

The day after my presentation in Oaxaca I felt that it was time to focus on something else rather than dreams. However my desire to interview strangers was only growing stronger, so the very same day I decided to make my first interviews for Proyecto Zapato, a documentary project with shoe polishers in Mexico.

This is how I made these interviews:

1. I walk up to one of the many shoe polisher that you can see around the main square in almost every Mexican city.

2. I ask how much it costs to have my shoes polished.

3. They usually tell me it is about 10 pesos.

4. I say: Fine, the price sounds reasonable.

5. But since I always wear sandals I point at my sandals saying that I don´t really need to have them polished but that I will give him 10 pesos anyway if he could help me with something...

6. The man asks what.

7. I tell him that I am collecting stories about shoes and I ask him if he would like to participate with a story. He wouldn´t have to polish my shoes and he would get 10 pesos in return.

8. If he says yes I ask him if I can record him.

9. I turn on my camera and start filming:



This man is one of the first shoe polishers that I interviewed. He has worked for 14 years as a shoe polisher in Oaxaca, Mexico.

During these years he has seen all kinds of shoes he told me. I asked him if he had noticed anything in particular regarding shoes and he told me that these days many people wear shoes that are a little bit pointy and that they often are pointing upwards, a little bit like an Arab shoe. I asked if it was just certain people wearing them but he said that almost everybody wears these now and that it is a part of the fashion these days.

Since an Arab shoe is pointing slightly upwards (like he tries to illustrate to me with his hands) I asked him what a typical Mexican shoe would look like. He said they are just normal shoes, like the ones he is wearing himself, or sandals.

He also told me that his last customer was wearing a pair that were in very bad shape so he had to work very hard with them. But that is quite rare he said, a lot of people wear tennis shoes these days and they never come to polish them. I guess I never saw tennis shoes as a threat to an occupation before.

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How I Found A Dreamday Poem

Sometimes when you are searching for something in particular, it might happen that you walk right into it, but because it didn´t come to you as you had imagined, and the appearance wasn´t exactly what you had expected, you end up walking past it while your mind is entirely focused on finding that very same thing.

There are probably thousands of situations like that, passing us by without our notice. It was just about to happen to me yesterday but luckily something made me stop for a second.

It all happened when I was on my way to the bank. I was crossing the main square with music in my ears and the laptop under my arm. I walked past the big fountain, looking at the shoe polishers that I had planned to interview later this week. I was thinking about my projects and how to proceed and I was thinking about the Dreamdayproject. Had I collected my last Dreamday in Oaxaca? Was it time to move on and leave the project to its destiny?

While I was in the middle of these thoughts I noticed two teenagers walking up to me. One of them was making a gesture to take of my headphones. At first I was slightly irritated. I was right in the middle of a great song* and I was in a hurry to go to the bank and later to the café so that I could get started with my projects. But as the polite girl I am, I took of my headphones and turned to the two guys. After all I didn´t have that many people to talk to during a normal day. I guess it wouldn´t hurt to hear what they had to say.

-Would you like a poem? The same guy asked me.

-A Poem?

-Yes, a poem. I will write it for you now.

-Hm, I am not sure...

(The guy made a disappointed face. )

-That is what everybody says! Nobody wants my poems!

I looked at him and in the same moment I realized something. Was this how people saw me when I walked up to them asking them about their Dreamday? Were they perhaps in the middle of their favorite song too?

-Ok, so how does it work? I said.

-You can choose the topic yourself and then I will write a poem to you in a couple of minutes. In return you can just give me a smile or maybe some money if you want...

-Alright I said, but let me just go to the bank first, I don´t have any money on me.

-Are you sure you will come back?

-Yes, I will be here at the fountain again in five minutes.

-You promise?

-Yes!

On my way to the bank I continued listening to that very same song while going through the conversation with the young guy in my head. What a brilliant idea to write poems and sell. If there are no jobs, just create one. I have never seen this creativity among people anywhere else than here in Mexico and I loved it. And of course I wanted a poem. But about what??

I bought myself a bottle of water and then I walked back to the fountain. The guy was still there with his friend. We sat down on a bench next to the fountain and started to talk.

-You know on my way to the bank I thought about the idea, I said. And you know what? I realized I would very much like a poem actually. It also fits perfectly into a project that I am working on right now.

-Ah yeah?

-Yes, I would like you to write a poem on the topic: A Dreamday. Could you do that?

-Sure! He said and took up his notebook.

While he was writing we chatted for a while about his poems and about the people he had met. He told me his business was slow and that nobody wanted to pay for his poems.

-People think that art is for free, even the guys selling lollipops make more than me...

As he kept writing I talked to his friend. I told him about my projects and what a great coincidence this whole thing turned out to be. I found a couple of stickers that I had forgotten in my bag since the presentation in Oaxaca and gave them to them.

By now the poet was done with his work and he started to read it to me. I wasn´t exactly sure about what it all meant, but I think I liked it. Afterwards he gave me the written copy. I thanked him, gave him some money in return and said good bye. Then I continued walking towards my favorite cafe at the corner of the square, ordered an ice tea, and started to write it all down.

The first Dreamday poem had been written and incorporated into the the Dreamdayproject. I can´t believe I almost missed it.






*) While writing this post I realized that the song that I had been listening to, was called "Drömmarna" (The Dreams) by Freddie Wadling. Life is full of coincidences isn´t it?

Listen to 30 seconds of "Drömmarna" by Freddie Wadling

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The Dreamdayproject Back in Crime!

I committed my first crime when I was eight months old. I was on the first page of the local newspaper with the headline: "Krystallia, eight months old and already a criminal!" (Yes it is true!)

They let me go with a fine of something like 80SEK that time and I have tried to keep on the right side of the law ever since.* Until a couple of weeks ago...

What happened almost exactly two weeks ago was not a crime committed during any moment of confusion or adrenaline. It was all planned into detail. As a matter of fact, the more I had thought about it, the more sense it all made. This was in fact the perfect crime and I had no choice but to carry through with the plan.

I eventually involved my boyfriend in the plot as well as a visiting friend from the US and one late night the three of us were ready to strike. As the perfect criminal I am, I also convinced the guys to do the dirty work whereas I could take a step back and purely serve as the brain behind the crime.

It all went exactly as planned. There were some stressful seconds, a few worried looks around our shoulders, but suddenly we all turned ice-cold and got down to business. It was over in less than 10 seconds. There were a couple of witnesses to the scene further away in the park, but we managed to stay cool and after the short operation was over, we walked away with our loot in our hands as if nothing had happened. We came home, closed the door and took a deep breath.

Then came the part that you usually don´t hear so much about; the cleaning up, the removal of all traces and a few moments of remorse. But when we all looked at our acquisition it was all forgotten. We had indeed committed the perfect crime.

So let me introduce you to my first outlaw in our garden:



And if one day I would be caught by the Mexican police, this is what I would say on my defense:

"This tree was badly mistreated in the park where it used to be. I had seen it for weeks and it was always thirsty and sad. That cannot be a Dreamday for a tree, can it? I think it will be happier with me in my garden, that is why I did it." (And if they still would find me gulity, I guess I would just blame the guys...)

The tree looked a little rough at first but I am can now happily report that it is recovering amazingly quickly and every day it puts out new leaves.

* If I remember right (my memory of this crime is slighlty more blurry...) my birth had not been registered to the authorities in Greece. Nothing you would be put to prison for, but during my first eight months I was an outlaw.



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30 Years Later, 400 People, And One Dreamday From Oaxaca

It is late Monday night and time to tell you the story about my trip to Oaxaca.

At around noon on Thursday the 23rd of April I said good bye to my plants. A couple of hours earlier they had been my first audience for the presentation and by lunch time I think they knew the story about the Dreamdayproject pretty well. When I closed the door to the patio I took a last look at them all. They stood taller than ever and looked at me as if they wondered why I hadn´t asked them to come along. I guess they are just plants, but in that moment I almost felt them wishing me good luck.


Six hours later we (not me and my plants, but me and Juan) arrived in Oaxaca. I had taken pictures of all the cacti on our way there and the fact that I was going to stand in front of a big crowd later that night seemed very distant.


When we got to the hotel in Oaxaca I realized that my soap bubbles that I had planned to blow on stage didn´t work. I asked the man in the reception just before leaving if he could help me and so he added some extra soap and shampoo. But somehow the bubbles just wouldn´t form. (I guess that is what happens when we stress our dreams too)


After that we went for pizza and beer until it was finally time to go to the Museo de Filatelia de Oaxaca where the presentation was to be held later the same night. In the last minute I decided to skip the soap bubbles after all and instead hand out my new stickers to the audience at the beginning of my presentation.

An hour later I was up on stage, with a microphone in my hand and over 400 people staring at me. A couple of days earlier I had decided to do my presentation in Spanish and so there I was, trying to communicate what had been the most personal work I had ever done, on a language I couldn´t even speak very well.


However, during my presentation I realized that maybe language was not the biggest challenge after all. For years I had been giving speeches at different museums and about some artist who wasn´t me. But never had I told my own and personal story to an audience. Never had I spoken directly from my heart and from my own inventions and experiences.

Images of people and places were projected behind me while I kept talking. Some where about places I had visited, about dreams, some of myself, and some of my family. One of them was from our house in Greece, and another one of the house where I grew up, both taken in 1978. I guess my dad never could have guessed that 30 years later 400 people in Mexico would look at them.

Six minutes and forty seconds later (which is the Pecha Kucha time limit) I walked down from the stage and went back to my seat. I felt like crying. I don´t know exactly why. The presentation had gone great, my pictures looked fine, but maybe it was the tension and all my expectations on those six minutes which just made me feel so empty all of a sudden. My instinct first told me to get out of there as quick as I could, but as the 31 year old that I am by now, I tried to act maturely and politely listen to the rest of the presenters. After a while I started to enjoy it. Maybe they were actually as nervous as me and maybe their presentations were as personal as mine. I had completely forgotten that this night was not only about the Dreamdayproject, it was also about eleven other people who had dreams to follow as well. Sometimes being mature is a good thing.


After all the presentations were over people started to mingle around the patio. I was supposed to be one of them, but ended up hiding behind a cactus with a beer in my hand. "So you mean we came all the way to Oaxaca for this? Juan asked me. I got upset about his comment, but sometimes anger makes you act.


I said "fine", grabbed the rest of my stickers from my bag and began to hand them out to the people around me. I noticed one guy who gave it away to somebody else. Some other people thought they were drink coupons. But when there was only a couple of stickers left, a woman I hadn´t noticed, came up to me and asked to have have a sticker (I still would like to believe that she didn´t think it was a beer coupon...) and when having my first sip of the famous mezcal from Oaxaca a guy walked up to me.

"I liked your presentation" he said. I said: "Really???" And then we talked for a while. He told me he liked the simplicity of the project. I don´t remember what I told him back but he said he would be in touch and yesterday he emailed me the link to his blog and the post he had written about me and the project.


Towards the end of the post he also described his own dreamday which would be a cloudy and rainy day, wearing a raincoat and a pair of rain boots listening to music, jumping the pools of rain, and then drink mezcal and have popcorn: (For the clouds and rain part, I can highly recommend Sweden to you!)

El mío amanecería nublado, con una ligera brizna y en la tarde llovería. Con música que me guste, algo en vivo tal vez. Unas botas para la lluvia, un impermeable. Amigos que gusten de saltar en los charcos. Mezcal. Palomitas.

...and with this note I felt that my presentation in Oaxaca had been worth all my efforts and the story about it ready to be written.

Thank you all for your support and encouraging words!

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Don´t Worry my Plants are Doing Fine!

This morning I went to one of my regular cafes to write about my trip to Oaxaca and the Dreamdayproject presentation on Thursday night. I had brought my computer and I drank my cup of coffee as usual, but as the number of blue masks increased around me, the Dreamdayproject seemed less important.

So far there has been no reported cases of the swine flu in Puebla, but nevertheless, none of the waiters hurried to my table to pick up the change this time. After packing my things, I took up my camera and went for a short walk around the square before heading home to my plants again.






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The Dreamdayproject In Five Uniforms!

Yesterday was my first day at work as an English teacher here in Puebla. After months of Dreamday freedom I had to get used to structure again and wearing my first uniform since my days at the post office in Gothenburg. With a t-shirt for every day of the week, atleast I will never be confused about which day of the week it is.

On Thursday (pink t-shirt day) I have the day off to go to Oaxaca to finally present at Pecha Kucha. I will leave my uniform at home and for the very first time get up on stage and talk about the Dreamdayproject.






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The Dreamdayproject in 20 Pictures!

My Pecha Kucha presentation is finally ready and on it is way to Oaxaca! New Dreamday stickers have also been designed and just sent for printing. Hopefully they will arrive before the 23rd so I can bring them for my presentation.

And the website? That is another chapter...

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