Irina Bernebring Journiette

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120131– And the insanity in Riyadh life.

I knew this place was whack but I could never imagine how whack. My mind is going into overload. So much to do, so many places to see, so many people to meet!

Last Wednesday I went to masquerade, that proved to be a lot of fun. Even the whole process of getting dressed, then hiding your party-mode style under an Abaya and feeling like a criminal sneaking around the city not trying to catch the attention of anyone to go to a secret house behind massive walls, put on your Venetian-style green and gold mask, and sneak down into a decadent basement where there’s a full blown party.

The absurdity of life here is what’s the most intriguing. Sitting in a car outside a restaurant (in the back-seat of course), covered in this black mass, not allowed to enter the restaurant because of your sex, but instead waiting happily with the rest of the women lined up in cars outside.

Why do I always live in places that turns out to be like experiments in social anthropology?


120112 — Counting Down

My life is about to change. I’m moving yet again. I’m excited. I don’t know if I can tell you just yet though. I still haven’t booked a flight. Still waiting for my visa. Take off is scheduled in 6 days.

111127 — Goodmorning Dubai!

So. This is were I woke up this morning.

Yup. I’m in Dubai. Pretty awesome actually. My mother managed to make it a secret until we were in the air. (I looked like a freak at the airport constantly covering my ears, singing and only faceing the ground. At one point security actually even approached mom and asked her if “I had a problem” or if there was “something wrong with me.” She did her best to explain but he just shook his head in disbelief and settled with me just being crazy and not a security risk. The entire thing–travelling without knowing where you are going is quite epic and highly confusing. When I saw the aircraft, we were flying Swiss, and it was a jumbojet (I later learned that it was heading to Zurich eventually) I thought that mom had gone mental and that we were heading to Colombo or some other quite distant place. But no, up in the air we got complimentary birthday champagne and the destination was revealed. About 40 min later we touched ground. Spent an hour or two working our way through the rigorous airport controls, hailed a lady cab and headed over towards our hotel (which also remained a secret until we landed) the Atlantis Palm Beach.

It’s the one in the middle, right by the beach. Oh yeah. Here’s a water park and an aquarium. And they have tame sharks to swim with. Life’s pretty awesome at the moment.

110914 — Minnen från Coachella

Sådär när jag sitter avundsjuk och självframkallat miserabel tänker jag på stunder där bara varandet varit fantastiskt. Där inte en enda sekund slösades på ångestladdade reflektioner utan varje moment flöt samman i extas. Helena lyckades fånga ett sådant där ögonblick på Coachella.

101102 – An ordinary night in room 301A

Keeping my new rule.

It’s night. 02.10. The house is quiet. All that can be heard it the sound of frenetic typing from room 301A. Occasionally distracted by music escaping the frat-party next door. Or shouts from the Rosa Parks house, located across the narrow walkway. Or by gossip whispered between the two night-owls sitting back to back, in front of copies of exact same desks and computers. It’s hot, inside, outside. We are both studying. In the middle of the night – as usual. “Oh, my God, he is so stupid”, Jean shouts, interrupting my train of thought. Back to reading legal documents, intertwining analysis of Jeans love-life and writing on a non-fictional story for another class, at the same time trying to portray my reality here. In five hours I have a swim practice, at the break of dawn. We will probably stay up for another hour or two, when the computers turn off, study-mode is deactivated and life-philosophical mode is turned on. In the dark, hot night, we lay in copies of the exact same bed, in opposite ends of the room, trying to figure out what to do next. Then I’m going to fall asleep, Jean still awake, processing our abstract conversations. Then when I wake up at 6.30 to change into my swimsuit and walk to practice she will already be gone. We’ll spend the day separated. Then night will fall, once again, and we’ll rendezvous in room 301A for our nightly study and discussion sessions. Just as we do, every night.

101031 Happy Halloween!

Oh. Spent three days in Santa Barbara celebrating Halloween. Fragments of memories linger in the back of my mind. An occasional joy overcomes me. Euphoria. No boundaries. I spent four days in costume. Longest Halloween ever. Anecdotes to tell over a glass of wine some time in the future, to off-limits to all be told here. Picked up a new motto – KBK, just go. Picked up a cold and some NyQuil. Did not do my homework but ran in the rain and danced until my legs hurt. Laghued until i cried and helped the guys get kicked out of their hotel-room. Life is a hot mess. Creating history everyday. Santa Barbara over Halloween will always be epic.

101001 – LA v. Riyadh

By the way. If any one feels like learning about encountering and living in a culture totally different than your own, check out my moms blog. (In Swedish though). My mom just came back from Greenland and now she’s spending a year working at a hospital in Riyadh. She’s my greatest inspiration.