June 6th, 2012

Heja Sverige

Happy Sweden day! :)

This year, in July 24rth I am celebrating my Aluminium anniversary!
10 years living in Sweden!
So, today's National day means a lot to me!
I feel more of a Swede than most of my Swede friends. I feel proud and happy and thankful that I am aloud to have this life, in this country!

I have said this before and I will say it again. If you are unhappy where you live, just go away! Find a place you can call home and ... Carpe Diem! No one takes you seriously when you moan and bitch about how much you hate the system and the people and the traditions and the culture you're surrounded with, when ALL you do is moan and bitch, yet do NOTHING to change your situation.
There is no "I can't", there is only "I don't want".
Not too long ago people would bunch up in boats, in the worst possible conditions, traveling for months and months to far away lands to find a better life.
My mother's brothers left Greece in the 40s to travel all the way to Brazil when they were only 17 and 18 years old. Their only possession was the clothes on their back. They did it. They left, never to return.
So there are no excuses good enough to keep you to a place that makes you miserable. I prepared for almost 10 years to come here. And I did it. Now it's almost 10 years later and it feel like my life before never happened. As a bad dream that ended and I can hardly put the pieces together to remember it.
No matter how much shit people give me about patriotism and the bad associations to it, I will always say this is my homeland.
I did not choose my birth. I did not choose my parents, my siblings, my place of birth. And most probably I will not choose my death. But by the name of everything that mean anything in this fucking universe I am allowed to choose the place I will call home! I am more patriot than any patriot you'll ever meet. Because I chose it! It was not fate, luck, accident or coincidence. It was a conscious, well thought, logical choice.

So today I am celebrating a great country, a great nation, a place that has given me so much! The only place that makes me happy. The place I call home!

Heja Sverige!!!

(side note and a hint to some of you wonderful assholes out there: I think that my friends should be happy for me instead of trying to find negative points to discus.
Isn't it funny? When you say: "I love my child. I am so proud if her/him", no one, NO ONE tells you: "yeah but your shitty child has a horrible character and it's ugly and fat" But If you say: "I love Germany" Some asshole will always tell you something about Nazis. Isn't that funny ... ?  hint hint)

Be or not be happy for me, I do not give a rat's ass. Accept or do not accept me as a Swede. I am truly happy here! Life can always get better of course, humans are never REALLY content, we always want a little more.
But right now, the way things are. Today, this moment. I am happy!

These are two of my favorite pictures I have taken that symbolize my love for this place.
One is taken from inside a church when the clouds brought a brief summer rain, and the other from in front of it, when
the sun was shining bright again.
Two angles. Two perspectives. Both representative of the beauty and calmness I feel in my "soul" just being here.
The blue sky. The blue you don't see anywhere else in the world.
And the Dandelion. So underestimated! So peacefully shedding its gold into the fields of the majestic Swedish landscape!

" ... Jag byter Dig ej, mot allt i en värld
Nej, jag vill leva jag vill dö i Norden!"

Du gamla, Du fria, Du fjällhöga nord
Du tysta, Du glädjerika sköna!
Jag hälsar Dig, vänaste land uppå jord,
Din sol, Din himmel, Dina ängder gröna.
Din sol, Din himmel, Dina ängder gröna.

Du tronar på minnen från fornstora dar,
då ärat Ditt namn flög över jorden.
Jag vet att Du är och Du blir vad du var.
Ja, jag vill leva jag vill dö i Norden.
Ja, jag vill leva jag vill dö i Norden.

Jag städs vill dig tjäna mitt älskade land,
din trohet till döden vill jag svära.
Din rätt, skall jag värna, med håg och med hand,
din fana, högt den bragderika bära.
din fana, högt den bragderika bära.

Med Gud skall jag kämpa, för hem och för härd,
för Sverige, den kära fosterjorden.
Jag byter Dig ej, mot allt i en värld
Nej, jag vill leva jag vill dö i Norden.
Nej, jag vill leva jag vill dö i Norden.