Oh blogger all!

New song of the day: Vanessa Carlton with Rinse. God, it entirely takes me. With lyrics, voice and composition. I’ve downloaded her today. I first heard her three days ago when I found her on a soundtrack from the TV-series Charmed. As I am talking about downloading; I can recommend a very good and cheap legal site to download songs from. One album costs approx. $1, 20, which is the equivalent of nothing basically. You get less than one song for that amount in Norway. This is the site: http://www.legalsounds.com

Wow, I can’t believe I am writing again today. Gee, I must be suffering from a head injury or something. I’ve got a good deal of studying done, and I even got time to sunbathe a bit on my balcony. Got some freckles and all yeah…

I really like the history channels we receive here. Yesterday I watched a documentary on the “Kinder transport” (Refugee Children Movement) that took place prior to the outbreak of WW II. United Kingdom took in 10 000 children, predominantly Jewish, to help them escape the Nazi regime’s atrocities. Even children down to 2 years of age were sent away to an uncertain future in a new scary country with a foreign language. They were terrified! One girl told us that as the train was about to leave someone threw in a weave basket in the compartment she was in. As she was the oldest she had to go look what was in. She found two infants. Luckily the German searching the train at the border to Holland didn’t report the infants. They had no legal papers, so they would probably have been “dealt with” had he reported…

Can you imagine being 9 years old, standing on a platform with angry soldiers, weeping children, and parents, not knowing what you’re about to embark on. Tummy hurts; you have butterflies, heart pounding, sweaty hands, brave smile, and uncertainty. You enter the train, with slow steps, not really wanting to. You glance out the window and see your beloved parents, waving them good bye with the biggest lump in your throat. Who knew it would be your last time seeing your parents. That last embrace really became the final one for the majority of these kids, as most parents died in the hands of the Germans.

In the documentary when they talked to a man, an elder man, he started to cry. He said that most people think it gets better as time goes by. But it doesn’t he says, with tears running down his cheeks. I still wake up at night in cold sweat, anxiety, and miss them. See their smiling faces as they waved me goodbye. Then I “see” them again, being shot the minute they stepped out of the train in Auschwitz. (He knew what happened to them…) As you can imagine tears were totally running down my cheeks while watching. I whispered to him; “Just wait; when you go to heaven you will see them again, they will greet you there”.
When the war finally ended, it wasn’t even over then. As I said earlier; most parents had perished. The kids then found out about the terrors of their families. It was like I died myself, one woman said. Though, still to this very day, some of the children find relatives, lost ones. Many of them, thanks to the internet. So no matter what the critics say; internet isn’t all bad!

I talked to Stina a good while on the phone today. Love her. It is always so good to talk to her. It leaves me more content than before. She is in a good mood lately, and things go her way. So happy for her, as she really deserves a break.

Gosh, am I miss popular right now. *lol* 4 pending Msn and Skype friends talking to me. I can’t chat with 4 at the same time! I am not that multitask orientated


"how she'd be soothed, how she'd be saved if he could see
she needs to be held in his arms to be free
but everything happens for reasons that she will never understand
'til she knows that the heart of a woman will never be found in the arms of a man"

Monsoon - wanting to turn off the love within -