Kategori: Travel

Hoi An, Vietnam. Everly evening she is sacrificing money to her gods. Not real money though, but papers with print. It’s the thought that counts. Maybe the amount equals her lesser pay compared to men. Maybe it’s the sum she would like to receive in real money someday. Working hard, handling the restaurant, the laundry service. The night is warm and humid. Darkness closing in fast. Taxi cabs and tuk-tuks passing by. Maybe someday the gods will se her and her son. Reach out and let their magic wand touch her. But more likely, her hard work will pay off. Everybody creates their own future. As will she.

Pigs and pork. Sauces and sorcerers. Red stars and green tea. Growth and pain. Control and caress. Another restaurant with happy amazed people, smiling and laughing. Confronting the divergent with curiosity and care. Chinese people are laughing a lot. As we all should. It makes things a lot easier.

The raven is a harbinger of darker times one might say. Heavy stuff. But come on, it’s just a bird on a boat. And the minarets in the background are just green towers. Still, religion is a toxic waste that has infected humankind for centuries. Time to realize that faith is for those who refuses to get their facts straight. And religion, regardless of flavor, is a power structure implemented by men to preserve the power of men. The number of female suicide bombers is quite low. Maybe it’s a question of intelligence. Or just plain common sense.

Schoolgirls in Sri Lanka, on their way to rule the world. Education for every girl. In every country. In every parallell dimension.