Irina Bernebring Journiette

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Month: May, 2012

120523–About being wrong.

For sure this is the video of the day or perhaps even the week. The topic without doubt highly related to the mishaps within intra-cultural communication.

http://www.ted.com/talks/kathryn_schulz_on_being_wrong.html

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Balbeek-Lebanon

And so it felt as I had conquered the world as a trampled around the roman ruins of Balbeek. “This shall be your temple,” ghosts that never existed whispered in my ear.

120506–Memories of Mada’in Saleh

Saudis can’t go here. They say it’s because of the djinn. The evil spirits haunting the place. I read about djinns in my newly bought catch–the Hakawati–the storyteller. The djinns seems like facinating creatures, out of this world but still so much a part of it. In the book the djinn steals Fatima’s hand and she has to climb into the underworld and become his lover to retrieved it. The djinn’s make for good entertainment. In Mada’in Saleh however, they seemed all long gone. Left was the smell of cold death in the gravechambers of the Nabateans, the same people that built Petra in Jordan, came here to reside and then to bury their dead. Lavish ornaments and chambers carved into the soft, now eroding, sandstone. Nothing other than a breathtaking beauty slowly vanishing. Perhaps the only thing that will remain is the memory of the djinn. But then again, the day before we arrived one of the two hotels in the city next to the site was burned to the ground and we all know that the Djinn lives in fire.

120505–Beyrout, Lebanon

Spent a couple of days outside the sandbox. Been to busy with life and work to blog. To much to capture in words. Helena came to visit and spent two weeks frolicking in Saudi culture. We reminisced about lost times and planned future adventures. Her itinerary included an awesome desert party and campout and exploring Riyadh life. Anyway, Helena left a gaping hole that I’ve filled with traveling. Hence the last couple of days were spent in Beirut with the other lovely scandinavians. It was all very “ashwai”(=no system, random). We sang karaoke, dined fabulously with Saudis friends we unexpectedly ran into, were harassed by taxi-drivers, explored nature–Balbeek, Byblos, Harissa, were driven along the coast in a convertible car–wind tussling unruly hair, drank and eat and drank and eat some more. Decadent and fun.