Wednesday, November 16, 2022

Przewodów

Instead of celebrating “happy eight-billion-day”, last night took an ominous turn when news flashes suggested that a missile had struck the village of Przewodów in eastern Poland. Still frightened from having read Bruce Blair’s The Logic of Accidental Nuclear War fifteen years ago, not even my sarcasm above about the weather could shake the feeling that we are living through extraordinary dangerous times and that I do not like being 10,000 km away from the boys.


Waking up the news that the missile was probably a Ukrainian S-300 interceptor, the morning today felt less apocalyptic as I went for one last run along the Avenida Atlântica, a smoothie with Anna and some more rooftop swimming. Now all that remains is to pack up our stuff and head out to the airport where we plan to check out one of the few lounges that are operated directly by Star Alliance before flying home with TAP to Sweden.

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Saturday, May 01, 2021

Majówka

After fifteen years, it is strange to think that there was a time before Rawls & Me but obviously there was. For instance, in the spring of 2006, Gabriel and I went for a short May excursion, or “Majówka” to the great forest of eastern Poland, known as “Białowieża”, one of the last remaining parts of the immense primeval forest that once stretched across the entire European Plain. 

Unable to run as I managed to get a piece of broken porcelain through my heel last night, I find myself stranded in my white sofa chair looking through old pictures. It is sad to read that logging has once again resumed in Białowieża, although at a smaller scale. As in Sweden, there seems to be few limits to the forest industrial complex.

Right now, I am ten days away from my FKT attempt on Öland but the pandemic situation in Kalmar remains particularly dire. Hopefully, I will be able to travel as planned. Right now it seems unlikely that Malkars 21k will go ahead as scheduled in early July, meaning that this may well be my one trip to Kalmar this summer.

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Wednesday, April 21, 2021

Audiatur et altera pars

Walking down to the bike shop with Anna’s bike as it had a flat tire and needed some general repairs after the long winter, I finally had a chance to call my friend Gabriel in Warsaw and catch up on the latest from Poland and discuss the situation at the Ukrainian border. As my dad pointed out earlier today, there are always so many stories to every story, including how Kyiv, as an “asymmetric sanction” of sorts, has been blocking the water supplies to the occupied Crimean Peninsula with devastating effects for the local agriculture. While the 2014 war was clearly in breach of the Budapest Memorandum, one also has to understand the historic symbolism of Crimea to Russia and why possible Ukrainian NATO membership was simply a bridge too far. On the other hand, it is important to not stop there but also ask the deeper question of why we ended up with this antagonistic logic in the first place rather than with a future in which Russia would have been invited to join the EU?

Once downtown, I sat down at Espresso House for a flat white and some scones, answering a steady stream of amazing and supportive e-mails after yesterday’s online lecture. Hopefully, once the pandemic is under control, I will be able to travel to India again as I now have a number of kind invitations.

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Thursday, December 03, 2020

The Flying Dutchman

Surprisingly enough, I have never in my life flown with KLM. But, I have definitely roamed the world in the past, drifting between continents, as if doomed to keep travelling. As such, after working out at USM, I stopped by the library to pick up Frederick Marryat’s adaptation of The Flying Dutchman to read with the kids.

Weather-wise, the last days have been utterly awful with ridiculous amounts of ice and hail. Sadly, the forecast for the coming week seems to offer more of the same. While many people in Sweden may even have appreciated the “Thailando”-style summer of 2018, this kind of winter weather should be enough to remind people that something is fundamentally wrong with the climate, especially here in the Arctic. Whereas Biden is busy appointing former BlackRock people to his National Economic Council who are likely to keep pushing renewables and fossil fuels, Poland has in a very bold policy move announced that it will phase out its coal power and replace it with nuclear energy. If Poland follows through on this, despite all the bullying that can be expected from Germany and others, it may be the most promising piece of climate news of the decade.

Down in Kalmar, the local newspaper Barometern is having two full pages about my former teacher Peter Hultsberg who has just published a new book. While the specific details may be a bit off, I had to smile when he brought up renewable energy as an example of a topic that closes down conversations and replaces them with highly predictable friend-and-enemy distinctions.

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Tuesday, December 31, 2019

Southwest salad

Thirteen years ago, this weblog started with a trip to the Southwest. As always, the end of the year invites throwbacks. For the first time since moving back to Sweden in 2014, we are not alone with the kids for the New Year so, instead of the traditional New Year’s lunch, I will be making dinner for lots of people which threw my plans off a bit. At least, I kept the vegan pasta salad with agave and black beans that I found the other day but, as the guest list kept expanding, I decided to go for a couple of bottles of Bolla from Triveneto rather than Pol Roger as the protocol would normally dictate.

Looking back at the past decade, it has been one of unprecedented exploration, with dozens of new countries from Peru to the Philippines. While some of my most crazy ideas, like running Comrades, will most likely not be realized in the year ahead, I hope to continue exploring remote shores and challenge myself to run faster and further in 2020. As such, with Warsaw Half Marathon in mind, szczęśliwego Nowego Roku!

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Tuesday, November 26, 2019

2020 Racing Schedule

As I bike further into the cold icy Umeå winter, I have been busy registering for some spring races and reading up on others. After chickening out last year, I am now officially signed up to run Göteborgsvarvet, which by the way is the world’s largest half marathon, on 16 May. One week later, I will take the train down to Poland to run the Warsaw Half Marathon together with my childhood friend Gabriel. While a week between two races is a bit short, and probably part of the reason why I struggled so much in Kalmar (which was exactly a week after Angel Island), I think this will be less of a concern now given how much my overall training volume has increased. Since I am taking Eddie to Hamburg and Miniatur Wunderland during that week in May, I will also have something that stops me from running too much between the two races.

Much later, on 1 November, I am registered to run Kullamannen 12 km on Kullaberg in Skåne which is a race that tends to sell out quickly. While still almost a year away, it is also a race that I am very much looking forward to since it is quite different from the kind of races that I have been doing so far. Hopefully, South Devon Ultra will give me some much-needed practice of running more technical trails.

As for full marathons, I am still undecided following the cancellation of Beirut Marathon. Malta, Barcelona and Cyprus all seem very appealing but, realistically, I may have to settle for something closer to home. As always, any input is much appreciated.

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Tuesday, August 14, 2018

Sydhang

The last few days have been very good. Not only did a simple power adapter for 20 EUR blow new life into my dying four-year-old laptop, Citizenship Studies also finally published the co-authored article that has given me so many headaches. Meanwhile, feeling the competition from Gabriel running around Skaryszewski Park in Warsaw, I was able to set a new PR at the gym by running 5k in 22 minutes and 15 seconds.

With a friend coming over for dinner, I decided to make a seasonal vegan pasta with chanterelles and kale. Of my three #småparti bottles, this one was perhaps the most interesting, hailing from the old Roman settlement of Carnuntum, halfway between Vienna and Bratislava along the Danube. Yesterday, I was reminded of the Channel Tunnel and all the other great adventures that await later in the fall.

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Saturday, March 03, 2018

Warszawa

After a surprisingly revealing day in Lund yesterday, Anna and I took the first LOT flight down to Warsaw this morning where we were warmly greeted by my childhood friend and man-about-town Gabriel. As always, returning to the great cities of Central Europe is a bit like being catapulted back into an alternative universe, one that for many years used to be my playground but now feels strangely less familiar as national conservativism has taken its sinister toll.

While the fading graffiti may still assert that “no one is illegal”, there is little doubt that the momentum, at least for the time being, is with those who want to build walls rather than tearing them down. Maybe it is a false hope, but rather than just despairing at the state of affairs, Gabriel pointed out that as reactionary voices have increasingly come to appropriate the language of equality (for instance in their sudden interest for women’s freedom in relation to Islam), they have also inadvertently inserted a logic that may ultimately end up undoing their own political project. After all, every suggestion that other people may in fact be our moral equals is highly destabilizing for those who seek a world of permanence and solitary identities.

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Sunday, September 10, 2017

Fugitive pieces

A glass of Cigarra, a Portugese red wine made of shiraz and tinta barocca, turns out to be the perfect rain weather companion to the novel “Fugitive Pieces” by Canadian author Anne Michaels. On the other hand, time turns out to be somewhat of a blind guide as the story shifts from war in Poland to that most elusive of islands, Zakynthos. Written in the late 90’s, it certainly speaks of vertical time and mysterious symmetries.

In less than a hundred hours, I will be on a flight to Zürich and then Barcelona. Last time I was in Catalonia, I was struggling to finish my PhD, feeling the pressure as time was running out and my own limitations were becoming visible, also for my supervisors back in Lund. This time around, there is no academic stress but just a short mischievous escape from all the duties and responsibilities of the real world.

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Friday, February 03, 2017

The sun also rises

It was an early morning at Warsaw Chopin Airport, I think we were third in line for departure on runway 33/29, the two engines of our Brazilian built Embraer ERJ-175LR were still almost idling as we waited for a LOT Boeing 787 to depart for New York. I closed my eyes and allowed all the images from Chernobyl, Kyiv and Vienna flood through my mind, leaving me with a warm afterglow. This is the world that is at stake, one of bridges rather than borders.

Today I read a surprisingly interesting interview with Alexander Dugin (unfortunately only available in Swedish) in Dagens Nyheter. It was surprising because towards the end the interviewer asks what will happen if Russia and America are no longer enemies in the Trump era and Russia no longer has someone to blame for its misfortunes. Dugin readily admits that this will force Russia to take responsibility and actually do something about its dismal economy and a “government that is thoroughly corrupt and in the hands of villains” as he puts it (!). These are indeed times when all that was solid is melting into air.

As for Trump, probably Paul Krugman is right: “Either he or the republic, in any meaningful sense, will be gone quite soon. I have a hard time seeing one year, let alone four”.

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Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Thinking about war

In one of the very first posts here on Rawls & Me, I remarked that the world would probably have been somewhat more forgiving towards Bill Clinton for his saxophone adventures with Miss Lewinsky, had it only known what would follow (i.e. the trauma of the Bush years). The same can probably be said about the remaining US hegemony. As much as all my friends on the Left in Europe take any opportunity they can to criticize the United States, I am not sure they would be particularly happy in a world without it.

Such thoughts come very naturally here. As I noted in my last post, I am less than a hundred kilometres from the North Korean border. In one sense, all this is just a collective psychosis – any sane person would immediately wake up and stop it. But sixty years of Stalinism do not produce sane people.

In a perverse, Herman Kahn–ish way of thinking, I must admit that I am sometimes thankful that the United States poses a credible existential threat to North Korea – that its leaders know that any attempt to attack the South, particularly with nuclear weapons, would turn the North into gravel and ashes within hours. But as a Christian, I cannot accept that kind of logic and, more importantly, what it does to me. I am a pacifist because I believe that killing, even under the cloak of war, is murder. At the same time, as a Christian, I firmly believe that sacrifice is sometimes required, that we must be bold when confronted with evil – that if we resort to arms, we will lose ourselves.

I often like to think that war is a dying business – that as the world comes together through globalization, we will abolish war and make good on the cosmopolitan promise of one moral and political community of humanity. But if anything, the last decade has been a reminder of how far we actually are from reaching that point. The countless lives that have been lost in Iraq and Afghanistan suggest that the absence of military force might, in some cases, have been more effective in toppling authoritarian regimes (as witnessed during the Arab Spring). I do not know how often I have asked myself why the United States does not believe in its own values, why it chooses to torture people rather than bring them to justice, why it does not open its borders to the world rather than closing them. But as Europeans, we tend to ask more of the United States than we are capable of ourselves. All the possibilities are on our own doorstep as well: why do we not bring Turkey into the European Union? Why did we let the fear of “social tourism” obscure the shared possibilities for growth when Poland and the other Central European countries joined in 2004? And why do we keep building new prisons rather than schools at home?

When thinking about the century ahead, none of this can be separated from the ecological challenge we are facing. Looking back at the monumental changes of the 20th century, it is at least to me self-evident that we must project a positive future – one of universal affluence rather than scarcity, one that can inspire people without requiring them to submit to a single epistemology (such as belief in the reality of climate change). Many green theorists seem willing to accept the deaths of billions of people in order to carry out their great project of homogenization. In their world, there are no BMW owners, no people who like flying overseas, no dreams of one day moving to the stars. For them, it is all a moral quest to demonstrate their own ideological purity. But we cannot have that world. We need a world of compromises, of dialogue and debate, and most of all, we need slow and pragmatic change so that we can learn from what goes wrong.

And if that is so, then we need a vision – one that can speak to the highest in us, that can show us what we can become if we believe in ourselves and in our abilities. A vision that can also inspire those people far away in America who are right now drawing up yet another war plan for the Korean peninsula and who, I suspect, do not lose much sleep over global warming.

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Monday, April 25, 2011

Below the sulphurous haze

With 35 million blogs here in China, it feels appropriate to post something on Rawls & Me as I land in Beijing. That I need to use an encrypted network tunnel to get this post online, however, also says something about blogging from China.
Today, I visited the Faculty of Law at Tsinghua University, which will be our partner in the EU-funded exchange programme I am taking part in this summer.
After the conference euphoria in London last week (see previous post), I went up to Stockholm for Easter to see my sister and her boyfriend. As often, we drifted into long political debates about everything from labour-market mechanisms to cultural politics. I enjoy these conversations because they allow me to be wholeheartedly “Left”, whereas I otherwise often find myself defending more market-liberal views. The funny thing is that my sister’s boyfriend, in turn, is considered rather left-leaning by his colleagues at work. Talk about relative denominations. Apart from politics, we also went for a run in the forest and took a long walk around Söder.
All of that now feels very distant – not only after the endless hours spent flying over Russia, but also mentally. If anything, Beijing reminds me of a Warsaw on steroids, with its colossal scale, coal-infused inland air, and vast roads. And yet, beneath the sulphurous haze, one finds pockets of comfort: places with large sofas, green courtyards, and travel-planning expats. Walking down a trendy hútòng near the Lama Temple, I stumbled upon The Vineyard Café, a place I am certain I will return to over the summer. There is a strange kind of reassurance in this – that despite the recent wave of repression, post-modernity seems to be very much alive.

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Monday, April 26, 2010

Warsaw

Warsaw both came and went with its short preview of the summer. Flying back over the island of Bornholm my mind scrolled through the cobblestones streets, the ostalgic Pewex club interiors and the quick airport bus good-byes.

There was a time, before Rawls & Me, when I used to go to Warsaw on a fairly regular basis to see my friend who was then working at the English-speaking section of the Polish state radio. He has since moved on to other jobs closer to home and I reckon that it must have been four years since my last visit to the Polish capital. Coming back now in the aftermath of the Katyń disaster, the streets were still covered with wax from all the candle lights and, in the corners, there were black posters commemorating the dead. As a foreigner it is difficult to comprehend the scale of the catastrophe, that almost the entire political and military elite was wiped out that morning. I remember when Olof Palme, the prime minister of Sweden at the time, was shot in February 1986 and how the whole country came to a standstill. Though an assassination clearly is different from a plane crash, the sense of national trauma reminded me very much of when I, as a seven year old, was watching the news after Palme had been murdered.

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Saturday, April 24, 2010

Post Poznań

I follow the train tracks further east. In two hours I will be in Warsaw. Not much of a consolation price for the cancelled India trip but still enough to reconnect me with the outbound journey. Mesmerizing German anthropology, a short glimpse of how everything could have been very different before returning to the ubershallow world of Monocle. In this issue, there is a photo suite from Tangier with some hipster guy assertively reading a guidebook on “The U.S. and British Virgin Islands” in a café. I do not want travels to be like that. I want them to be about the indefinite, about that mix of linguistic uncertainty and playfulness, about actually seeking out the unknown. Yet at the same time, I remain a strong proponent of the “global living room” as a generative metaphor for the future: of slowly domesticating the international, of daring to imagine a day when unbounded physical mobility has become a reality for everyone on this planet, not only for a privileged few.

As for the world of research, I learned that the Wallenberg postdoctoral scholarships to Stanford on global sustainability issues were awarded to two chemists and one biologist. This does not mean that I will abandon all plans for California. I still have a promising contact there, and I will try to put together a more traditional postdoctoral application in the autumn.

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Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Singapore

“We sail tonight for Singapore
Don't fall asleep while you're ashore
Cross your heart and hope to die
When you hear the children cry.
Let marrow bone and cleaver choose
While making feet for children shoes
Through the alley
Back from Hell
When you hear that steeple bell
You must say goodbye to me”

A last evening with my flatmate and her friends, we made a lamb roast with pumpkin and sweet potato mash. Then, after packing the last things, a long sleep and a quick breakfast on Fitzroy St before heading out to Tullamarine Airport, listening to Tom Waits.

My Australian adventure has come to an end, and I would like to take this opportunity to wish you all a Merry Christmas or, to my Polish-speaking friends, Boże Narodzenie!

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Thursday, August 14, 2008

Breaking poetry

”Above the blank page lurking, set to spring
are letters that may compose themselves all wrong,
besieging sentences
from which there is no rescue”


In my hometown library, there are a few shelves of literature in “foreign languages”. Part of it is in English, and an even smaller part is made up of poetry in English. Yet someone had the good judgement of acquiring a collection of poems by Wisława Szymborska, all hiding in a white dust jacket for nearly three decades.

Though invited to the town of Radom, I did not quite make it to Poland this summer, and now there is no time. I count the days and find that there are only five more until everything turns serious with teaching, conferences and the annual kick-off activities at the department. I finish reading her poem, “The Joy of Writing” and turn to my second find, a collection of Modern Scandinavian Poetry, also printed sometime there in the early eighties.

Harry Martinson:

“We sat on the shore of forgotten words
and tired hands
where only the wind-blown sands are eternal
to those who build on sands”

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Friday, May 16, 2008

Beautiful Losers

It is 1 a.m. and, according to the weather forecast, a heavy rain will make landfall from the Northeast as the night wears on. With about a hundred hours left in America, I am trying to wrap up all the loose ends: meeting Bronner for coffee a last time in New York City, having that Thai-food on 26 Carmine Street in West Village and finishing my literary encounter with Kateri Tekakwitha.

Later I may post something more on the book by Cohen. But for now I turn to The Guardian and an article which my Polish friend sent me from her home in Brighton. By herself, being a graduate student at Sussex University, she helps to vindicate the point that Timothy Garton Ash wants to make: that while Poles in England make good the promise of European integration, Brits go to Poland mostly for stag-doos and cheap booze.

Reminds me of a recent wine-reception in the Sherwood Forest; how I lectured my friend Fabian from Belfast on what a fantastic country Poland is. Only to hear him telling me that he has lived one year in Krakow.

After the embarrassment we could both agree that the tensions felt today in the British society, as hundred thousands of short-term workers from Eastern Europe flood into the labour market, are temporary and that, as often, what is needed most of all is perspective. Yet, perspective seems to be in short supply throughout the continent, as most evident in the slow accession negotiations with Turkey. Personally, I think part of the reason to this is a genuine lack of long-term visions. Unfortunately, very few people are ready to see the European Union as a first step towards something much grander. For many, the EU is simply a smart way for the nation-states of Europe to shelter themselves from globalization. And with that outlook it is not so strange that they also fail to see the potential embodied in a successful economic and political integration of Eastern Europe.

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Saturday, June 30, 2007

The Swedish Chef

Whenever I travel abroad, especially to the Americas, I find myself constantly haunted by this figure. Maybe it has to do with that I am always cooking at people’s places when visiting? Anyway, last night, staying with my Polish friends in Brighton, I made the great IKEA success, the Swedish meatballs. And I am happy to report that they were highly appreciated.

Unfortunately something sad happened yesterday as well. I lost my new €350 Olympus digital camera which had brought me so much joy over the last weeks. It was this typical situation when you leave it unattended for one minute and someone simply takes it.

I am thinking of sending a claim of compensation to Mrs Margareth Thatcher, personally.

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Friday, March 23, 2007

The Rollback of Modernity

A light rain was falling as I took the train down to Malmö to meet my old friend. We sat down for a few hours, had a Staropramen at “Gökboet” and discussed his upcoming trip to Poland and Warsaw. About a year ago my friend worked there as a radio correspondent and I made a habit out of flying in for a weekend, discovering Canadian-Polish eateries and making excursions to places like Białowieża and the border to Belarus.

As it is well known, Polish politics has in recent years taken a very worrying turn, with the Kaczyński twins taking control over the government through their Law and Justice Party (Prawo i Sprawiedliwość). With their strong views on homosexuality, abortion and capital punishment they have once again made it evident that the Enlightenment is not a one-time fix but rather something that we have to fight for anew each day, even in the cultural heartland of Europe.

Thinking about the reasons behind the electoral success of the twins, it is clear that Poland is very different from Sweden and that part of the difference is spelled Catholicism. While those disadvantaged by “globalization” in Sweden lack a unifying moral outlook, Poles (who are still suffering from the years of “shock therapy” in the early 1990’s) can lump together market liberalism, homosexuality and everything else “indecent” into one mental category which they can then reject on the basis of their religion.

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