What is the truth. . .

By Kirsten Nour Namskau

I hear it often: “It can’t be, cos it is no such ting.”
For those of you who have read my blogs and my book . . . To experience life is to live life, not only pass by the days.
All of us have to find our way to be able to continue the life, days, minutes . . . . for me . . . seconds.
When I travel around, I first read about the peculiarity, history etc. of the place or country I go to. You never experience anything by travel charter-tours after my opinion.
The blogs about Romania are actually true. http://kirsten-namskaus-blogg.blogspot.com/2006/10/where-lord-dracula-haunts-forests-by.html
It’s a part of the Castle’s tourist-image and you will never find or come to this castle by a tour-group.
I had a conversation with the manager later, and he told me that they “looked through” their visitors before they decided if they should go through with the Dracula act. (That actually is done by professional actors.) The whole castle is built to hold a spooky atmosphere with clocks that peal, moaning sounds and screams, shadows, and the scene in the basement.
They don’t always show the coffin in the basement, if the guests seam not to be able to take it. He told me . . . that if it was not for the fact that I ask for it, they would not have shown the scene that time, because of “Barbie-doll”. She was actually not strong enough to take it.

The visit at the “Witch” Madam Viorica, is also true. http://kirsten-namskaus-blogg.blogspot.com/2006/10/where-blue-bells-peal-by-kirsten-nour.html
Madam herself is dead now, but her daughter is still there and I still have her address. She is said to be like as good as her mother.
Don’t ask me how it can be that I didn’t burn when I was in the fire.
But later it has brought me to think about the 1700 when they burned “witches” to death. If they really were witches, they would have used the riddle which kept the fire away from them.
In the history, one can read about some that this actually happened with . . . The fire didn’t burn them . . . later they were the one who was lifted to become a “Saint” . . .
So it gives me some thoughts . . .
But you are allowed to believe whatever you want . . . What you believe does not change the truth.
If it was not true . . . then . . . it at least was a good story . . . . Right??
I'm adding an answer which came from "NanoGirl"

NanoGi... Offline
tomato-juice anyone? i'm from Romania :D and i can tell you that at one of the transylvanian castles (not Bran, the acknowledged castle of Vlad Tepes) they actually put up jokes like this. i mean they take visitors into a basement to see a coffin and then a guy jumps out, lights are off, and everybody runs their lungs out of there. it's not very pleasant :D but very entertaining story! i've put a link to ur blog in my blast. me proud.

What is interesting for me to notice these days is . . . (As always in my life) everything I say and do get used against me. So. . . because I am a good storyteller / Author, people don’t believe that what I tell is true.
As I say in my book “Tell me who I am” , you must have a someone who can confirm what you tell, then you are believed, even if that person don’t have a clue about what you are talking about. It is that person who is believed, not me!
I have education as an actor from the Royal Theater work-shop in Norway. In this education, you learn how to tell a story, sing, use you voice, express yourself through body-language. I took this education, not to become an actor, but to become a good teacher.

I remember a situation from a time when I was in a kibbutz in Israel. Under a discussion about materialism, I came to tell; that the most materialistic person I knew was my mom. She could never get enough, she even bought cutlery of golden. Immediately another girl from Norway interrupted and said: “That is totally nonsense. How can you get yourself to say anything like that? It doesn’t exist golden cutlery.”
I only looked at her without saying anything. What she believed would not change the truth anyway.
A few days later, she got a parcel from her mom which included some magazines. I borrowed one of them and inside I found an advertising of exactly the cutlery my mom had.
I showed it to her and she replied: “OK. So what?? I didn’t know that it existed golden cutlery.”
I replied to her: “Yes, you see. . . That’s it! ! ! That you don’t know, don’t mean it doesn’t exist. . . It only means that you don’t know.
I have also been in the situation, both with colleagues at school and even when I have been at the doctor, that other teachers or even the nurse or doctor suddenly are bursting out, saying: “You bring me to remember things I have not experienced!”
Then it is suddenly me who have to explain for them (even to the nurse or doctor)
“I can not bring you to remember anything that you have not experienced. I bring you to remember experiences in your life that you suppress, because it is too horrifying to live with, or because you can no comprehend the fact / act of it.”
It is amazing to notice how many it is who are of the opinion that; “what I don’t know or have experienced doesn’t exist or is not true.”