Gaza strip is burning, the rest world reeling under a financial crisis.............the list of miseries is sheer endless.But who cares?!
The center of real life drama and desaster is right here, in Jönköping, MonAmour.
The world may have turned its back on us, probably cares a shit.
So we have to tackle this all by ourselves. But like Phönix we will arise from the ashes!! Feathers burnt, somewhat disshevelled, but not dead yet.
So here is the story:
How did we all feel when reading FRONT-PAGE-NEWS in JP on 7th Jan.? A day forever burnt into my memory. The real-life story of the unfortunate woman who did buy gravljus from EKO stormarknad (shame on them!!) and the lights went off after barely a day and a half. That is much before they should !!
And more details on page 4.
No wonder Swedes run into the wall, are depressed, take to alcohol, their nights ruled by mardrömmer.
Taking in these stories along with your breakfast must either lead to constipation or loose motions. Not to mention that it sets your mind in a frame that nearly makes you incapable of hantering life normally. How can one possibly function efficiantly if desaster seems to lurk around just any corner??
It does not even seem to protect us from evil that we do live in the only city (to my knowledge) that drags the appendix "Jerusalem" along. I thought and did hope that it was a blessing but now I am troubled by doubts.
Nevertheless, let us light a candle and take a minute of silencio!
