The homecoming

By Kirsten Nour Namskau

It's 7 years since I came back to Denmark with Dexter (my dog) after 20 years in Egypt.

Since I came to Denmark, I have had a very difficult time. But I came at the right time, for many reasons.

Before I traveled I had got a time for job-interview as a teacher at a school. So I made myself ready to leave Egypt, closed my business and made an agreement with a moving-company to come and collect my things after I had found a place in Denmark.

You know, I also felt like this … if I shall leave, it has to be “now”, both because of the age, my health started to give me signals of medical care and all my friends also started to move back to their respective countries. Also we did feel that it would come to a revolution. It wasn’t about if ... it was about when...

Can you imagine … when I came for the interview, they already had employed another person!!! Her I was, nothing in Egypt to come back to and nothing in Denmark. Without an address, I wouldn’t get a work … without a work, I couldn’t get an accommodation.

Lucky for me, I had a friend who believed in me and helped me enroll myself into many housing-estate that build and rent out flats. They told me that I should ask the social welfare of a loan for the deposit, and they never use to say “no” I was told.

I accepted the first and best housing and then guess what … the social welfare didn’t want to give me the loan for the deposit.

My friend paid the deposit for me in which I have paid back in small rates every month.

I contacted the moving company in Egypt to go and collect my things and send it to me. Guess what … Hesham, who was the owner of my flat in Egypt, denied the moving company to collect my things. He took everything I owned … even my clothes, books, furniture, music, everything is in Egypt. I had only what I came in when I came to Denmark. Now, I didn’t have furniture, I didn’t have clothes I didn’t have anything … NOTHING.

What annoys me the most, is the loss of books, CDs, photos, pictures
and all that small stuff that one needs, but is the last on the buying-list when one starts new.

I started in a post graduation program as a bus-driver, and got employed in a company. But I got fired from the company I worked for because it took a little more time that expected to get the bus-license.
You can imagine the panic! !
I got employed in a substitute company. That means I work by hours in different places as substitute. But it's again better than nothing, and it held me just from hand to mouth.

But I had an address, and finally I got permanent a job in a home for elderly people. But it was far from where I lived and it didn’t go any bus.

I had to look for another place to live, but no bank wanted to give me loan for a deposit since I didn't have time enough in Denmark to have built up enough customer-confidents.

At the social care system, I didn't get any loan neither. First because I earned too little, when I finally got I job, they didn't give me loan because then I earned too much.

If it had not been for a friend of mine, who took care of me the first months, I would have ended as a homeless tramp. Seriously!!!

Finally a person in an estate company helped me to get a loan and sold to me a small house with garden, close to my work. My small house is only 47 m2, but it has a big garden for Dexter to enjoy, and he really do. He has become very territorial protective.

And I had the job in the home for elderly people, and I actually liked it better that I expected, and now I started to get a regular income. (Thank God)
For one year I lived in my house without any furniture at all … without proper clothes. Thanks God, at work we used uniform and I also tried to eat while I was at work, and that was the only food I got.

The only thing I could do, was to start buying installment. First of all, I had to buy winter-clothes,  the next was to buy furniture.

Slowly I built up myself worth for credit and was able to get a loan to buy some furniture and clothes. And happily I had Dexter to keep me company. After three years I could start to feel that I lived a kind of normal life.

Then I started to take pain in my right hip, that escalated to the knee, ankle and up the back and neck. "Gees of Christ" I went bananas. My biggest fear was if I have to stop working and get more and more invalid.
I went to the doctor that didn't find anything wrong. (Do they ever?) If you don't know yourself, the doctor definitely doesn't know. The pain got worse and worse, and at the end I couldn't walk at all.

I went to chiropractor and massage without any success. Then I by luck heard in a program in TV, that a woman had had some pain that was related to some negative earth-energies. By moving her bed to another place in the room, brought the pain to disappear.

I thought: That it didn't harm to try at least. So I moved my bed to another wall in the room.
Well. . . .At the same time, I also went to the doctor and suggested that it maybe could be an inflammation in the hip that also escalated around in the body. Finally, I got some medicine for inflammation and "Thanks God"... It seemed to help, but only for a short time. I went to the doctor again and by luck, I got a rota-candidate. She found out immediately what was wrong and told me that I needed a new hip and that should have been done 2 years ago. She applied to the hospital while I was with her on Wednesday, on Friday same week I got a letter from the hospital that I could come on Monday following week. The operation went very well. It was an amazing feeling that a body can accept a foreign body- part so well, and I felt like a new person. Totally without pain.

Then, in the following winter I fell on the icy road on my way to the train to get home after work and broke my left leg.

Because of this, I suddenly had too many days of sick leave in one year and got fired. Thanks God I was in Denmark, so I at least got money from the union. In Egypt, I would have been totally lost in a case like this.

But here in Denmark it is very difficult to get a job at the time, and I don’t have my age with me neither.

At the time, I had 2 ½ year left go get pension. First then I could relax.

But at least … I have my little house and an income I can live on. For two years I was depending on the union.

 But I began to feel good and more relaxed mentally too.

I even got myself a brand new car, a Nissan Pixo, little but makes the life very comfortable.

Now I at last have retired, but I’m still not “out of the wood”, because I suppose to get retirement fee from Norway, but there the retirement age is 67 and here in Denmark it is 65. So I get only a very small fee from Denmark, but I try to keep low cost so I can keep it up for 1 year more. I will get my retirement fee from Norway in February 2016

 I try to be self suffusion as much as possible, so I have my small kitchen garden with fruit, berries and vegetables and spices and I have a gren-house for delicate vegetables. If I can afford it, I will set up a space for some chicken next year, so I keep myself with healthy eggs and meat. (They stuff the animals with so much poison on this side of the globe, so it creates more deceases than what is good for human being.)

I also go to the forest and collected mushrooms and berries.
Ha, ha... It helps on the budget.

What I enjoy the most is the seasons, the rain, the nature, that I can take Dexter for a walk in the forest and he can run free. He has also got a lot of dog-friends we meet at our walks.

I have a lot of wild animals running in the forest around the house, especial deer. Birds of all kinds come to the food-tray. I have seen even eagles, mouse-hawk (musvaak), wild pearl-hens (fasan) and others.
Yesterday the air was filled with tiny flakes of snow and it was ice on the ponds that broke when Dexter stepped on them.
The grass was stiff, covered with ice and broke, leaving footsteps as I walked through the field. The cold air was biting the cheeks and the children had "red buns" in their cheeks. And I enjoyed it all.

Thank God I at least have a good health, expect for two years ago I had to have a new hip on right side. But I recovered very well, so it is as if nothing never happened.

Well, this is only a fast, little notice from Denmark. I also have a computer now, so it easier to be online. . .  I only have to take one step at the time. . . That is the only way to come forward, I have heard. I only have to be sure the steps goes forwards and not backwards.

Geese, what a time! ! ! But it seems to come together now..

More so, I have finally come in closer contact with my children.

It's a time for everything . . .

I will be unable to post bloggs or be on the internet all together for 2 ~ 3 months due to lack of computer.
My PC has "passed away" and on a net-cafe I'm going to check mail only.
So until I have a new PC . . . . You take care, my friends and don't forget me.
I will try to popp in to make comments from time to time.

What our eye may see . . .

Take a good look at this photo.

I copied it from the Norwegian newspaper VG 27. February 2006

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The photo appeared in the paper connected to Sally Ann Bowman's death.

I made a copy because . . .

When I look at the photo, I can see one legg too much, all to left of the photo. I also can see the other leg but weaker. The legs even make a shadow.

If you make the photo small, you can actually see the whole person with blue jacket on, twise the size of the other people.

So I'm asking you . . .

~ is this imagination?

~ is it a person there that have made himself invisible? In other words, an incubus.

~ is it a spirit?

~ is it a ghost?

~ is it a devil?

~ is it a giant?

What is it???

The Microchip and Mark of the Beast . . .

Since my book "Tell Me Who I Am" got released, I frequent get e-mails from readers who refer to web-sites that "prooves" that what has happened to me also happen to others . . . and that even worse things is going on . . .

Read the following . . . .

The Microchip and Mark of the Beast:
A Stronger reason to Prepare than Earth Changes

Around 1993 my husband Michael was at a show. During the show, a man in his mid 20s started talking with Michael and told him the following story.
It seems this man, lets call him Dave, was a member of the military. Dave was shopping at the Military PX (their general store) and he was checking out. It was right before closing because everyone was trying to get out of the store quickly and was hurried. A man in front, let's call him Jim, checked out all of his items, about two grocery bags full. Without thinking about it, after checking the last item Jim ran his hand over the scanner - AND IT REGISTERED!!!!! It came up on the screen. The screen treated his hand as a debit card!!!
Jim realised he had messed up. He was supposed to be in another check-out line where people were not meant to see what happened.
The cashier was very flustered. She made Jim back out the transaction and made him pay the normal way.
Dave then checked out also, and outside asked Jim some questions. Jim told Dave that it was a government program. He and about two hundred other people volunteered to accept a chip implant in their hand for payment purposes. He was paid $20,000-$30,000 (can't remember which) for this!!! It worked only at the Military PX.
So, you can see, 'they' are already getting systems in place for the cashless society they dream of.

This story was taken from: http://www.metatech.org/microchip_mark_of_the_beast.html

What do you think, is it a reason to worry???

Computer-lesson . . .

Rule number one is to keep your hand soft but firm on the mouse.

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Summer-time . . .

Means easy-made food . . .

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(It's a lot of good stuff inside there.)

HÆÆ . . . I'm tagged by Lexcen . . . !

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Lexcen at http://gripes-of-wrath.blogspot.com/ has tagged me. For this tag, the rules are:Link back to the original post.Post eight facts about myself, that not everyone knows.Choose eight fellow bloggers, and leave them a tag in their comment section.
(Sorry Lexcen, I’m not going to tag anyone, but those who feel for it, go for it . . . )

1) I am descendant from Romania on my father’s side
2) I’ve been a singer
3) I’m educated actress
4) I’ve Royal blood in my veins
5) I am the peace-talk woman Norway send to Israel in mid-80’s
6) I’ve never been in hospital (except child-birth) and have never been serious sick
7) I’ve worked at Gold’s Gym, Cairo
8) I love hiking

10 things only women understand . . .

10. Cats' facial expressions.



9. The need for the same style of shoes in different colors.



8. Why bean sprouts aren't just weeds.



7. Fat clothes.



6 Taking a car trip without trying to beat your best time.



5. The difference between beige, ecru, cream, off-white, and eggshell.



4. Cutting your hair to make it grow.



3. Eyelash curlers.



2. The inaccuracy of every bathroom scale ever made.



AND, the Number One thing only women understand:



1. OTHER WOMEN

10 WAYS TO KNOW IF YOU HAVE "ESTROGEN ISSUES"

1. Everyone around you has an attitude problem.



2. You're adding chocolate chips to your cheese omelet.



3. The dryer has shrunk every last pair of your jeans.



4. Your husband is suddenly agreeing to everything you say.



5. You're using your cellular phone to dial up every bumper sticker that says: "How's my driving-call 1- 800-".



6. Everyone's head looks like an invitation to batting practice.



7. Everyone seems to have just landed here from "outer space".



8 You can't believe they don't make a tampon bigger than Super Plus.



9 You're sure that everyone is scheming to drive you crazy.



10. The ibuprofen bottle is empty and you bought it yesterday..

When did the world go crazy? . . .

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I got a letter from amazon.com concerning sale of my book “Tell Me Who I Am” as an eBook.
It says . . .
digitalrights skrev:

Hello from Amazon.com D igital Text,

Residents of countries outside of the U.S. must use
banking information for payment, and the bank should
be based in the U.S. You may want to check for an
affiliated branch in your country. A U.S. based Internet
bank should be fine also. Unfortunately, PayPal is not
available payment for residents outside of the U.S.
Thanks for your interest in Amazon.com eBooks.
Sincerely,
The Amazon.com D igital Text Team

Here in Egypt we have only City-bank, but to receive money from amazon.com they claim that I have to open a business account. Which means that I have to show paper of proof that I have put in at least LE 30 000,- ( U.S. $ 5 217,-) and have at least 3 employees.
Since I don’t have any business, I can not get any account.
I have Norwegian Passport and am from Norway, but in Norway they don’t have any U.S based banks. I am Danish citizen, but in Denmark they don’t have any U.S based banks neither.
I went into U.S Internet banking, but they serve only U.S citizen.
Does this means that I will not get my money for sold books, because I do not have an account in a U.S bank???
Yes . . . that is exactly what it means in practice.
When did it become common that the debtors were to order you to where they want to send your money?
I thought it was me who decided what bank I want to use, and whoever owe me money should pay into that account after my request ! ! ! ! !
Has it also become like this that it is the criminal person of an act that shall decide what lawyer the victim shall use?? (He maybe choose a lawyer that is a friend of the criminal part of the case.)
Who is it that decides where I shall live? What food I shall eat?

I feel as if I missed out something here . . . . WHEN EXACTLY DID THE WORLD GO CRAZY??

The evolution of communication. . .

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Pregnancy Questions & Answers . . .

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Q: Should I have a baby after 35?

A: No, 35 children is enough.



Q: I'm two months pregnant now. When will my baby move?

A: With any luck, right after he finishes college.



Q: What is the most reliable method to determine a baby's sex?

A: Childbirth.



Q: My wife is five months pregnant and so moody that sometimes she's borderline irrational.

A: So what's your question?



Q: My childbirth instructor says it's not pain I'll feel during labor, but pressure. Is she right?

A: Yes, in the same way that a tornado might be called an air current.



Q: When is the best time to get an epidural?

A: Right after you find out you're pregnant.



Q: Is there any reason I have to be in the delivery room while my wife is in labor?

A: Not unless the word "alimony" means anything to you.



Q: Is there anything I should avoid while recovering from childbirth?

A: Yes, pregnancy.



Q: Do I have to have a baby shower?

A: Not if you change the baby's diaper very quickly.



Q: Our baby was born last week. When will my wife begin to feel and act normal again?

A: When the kids are in college.

Male & female items . . . .

Did you know? . . .

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You may not know this but many non-living things have a gender.

1) Ziploc Bags are Male, because they hold everything in, but you can see right through them.

2) Copiers are Female, because once turned off; it takes a while to warm them up again. It's an effective reproductive device if the right buttons are pushed, but can wreak havoc if the wrong buttons are pushed.

3) A Tire is Male, because it goes bald and it's often over-inflated.

4) A Hot Air Balloon is Male, because, to get it to go anywhere, you have to light a fire under it, and of course, there's the hot air part.

5) Sponges are Female, because they're soft, squeezable and retain water.

6) A Web Page is Female, because it's always getting hit on.

7) A Subway is Male, because it uses the same old lines to pick people up.

8) An Hourglass is Female, because over time, the weight shifts to the bottom.

9) A Hammer is Male, because it hasn't changed much over the last 5,000 years, but it's handy to have around.

10) A Remote Control is Female. Ha! You thought it'd be male, didn't you?

But consider this - it gives a man pleasure, he'd be lost without it, and while he doesn't always know the right buttons to push, he keeps trying!

Take the advantage of everything that is free . . .

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How many animals goes in a pantyhose ? . . .

... Q: How many animals can you fit into a pair of pantyhose?

... Now, think about it......

... Ready???

... Answer: 10 little piggies, 2 calves, 1 ass, and an unknown

... number of hares.

Thoughts of the day . . .

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- Does a clean house indicate that there is a broken computer in it?

- Why is it that no matter what colour of bubble bath you use the bubbles are always white?

- Is there ever a day when mattresses are NOT on sale?

- Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with the hopes that something new to eat will have materialized?

- Why do people keep running over a string a dozen times with their vacuum cleaner, then reach down, pick it up, examine it, then put it down to give their vacuum one more chance?

- How do those dead bugs get into closed light fixtures?

- Why do we wash BATH towels? Aren't we clean when we use them? If not then what was the purpose of the bath?

- Considering all the lint you get in your dryer, if you kept drying your clothes would they eventually just disappear?

- When we are in the supermarket and someone rams our ankle with a shopping cart then apologizes for doing so, why do we say 'It's all right'? It isn't all right, so why don't we say, 'That hurt, you stupid idiot?'


- Why is it that whenever you attempt to catch something that's falling off the table you always manage to knock something else over?

- Is it true that the only difference between a yard sale and a trash pickup is how close to the road the stuff is placed?

My Father's Castle . . .

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We were four children . . . I was the second girl, having one older sister and a younger sister and a brother. My father was originally educated inside the police. Right after the war, my mother also worked inside a department of the police, but stopped working as she started to take children.
I can remember, how proud my father was every day when he took on his police uniform, straighten himself at the wall and put his hands on his back, before he took off to work.
But under the war, my father got Tuberculoses and he got worse and worse until he lost his work-permit.
Many times, I woke during the night, finding the home empty with blood all over the place. I knew . . . my father had taken an attack of vomiting blood, flushing out, uncontrolled from his mouth and was taken to the hospital. I always started to wash off all the blood, so my siblings should not see it, although I was not more than about 5 / 6 years.
Many times we believed that he should die and we got used to be prepared waiting for the message that it was over.
My mother had to start working. She got a good job as an accountant, but it was hard times.
My father never got used to be the one at home and was embarrassed that he had to let my mother work and be the bread-feeder of the family.
As things got worse, and my father also took “cancer” in the small part of his lung that was still working, my parents took contact with a woman we called Aunt Inga. She was into alternative solutions of everything concerning health.
Since my father had difficult to breath, had punctuated more than three-quarter of his lungs and now also suffered from cancer, she gave him some herbs that should help him to breath. At that time, it was no medication yet for Tuberculosis.
I remember the smell of herbs, every day as my father made his tea that should help him to breath. And it did help him . . . He did found it easier to breath. More so, the herbs should show up to help more than anybody expected.
As he went to his doctor every week for X-ray, his doctor got more and more confused. Finally he told my father that it seemed that the Cancer-cyst was shrinking. After one year, the Cancer was all gone. My father stopped to get so sick and stopped puking blood. He had actually not been in the hospital for long time. The doctor could not explain what happened, but it seemed that the Tuberculosis had evaporated. He didn’t have the shadows on his lungs anymore.
But he didn’t get back his work-permit.
When the medicine for Tuberculosis came, he was enforced to take them, although he by then had been free from the illness for two years.
Still, he didn’t get back his work-permit.
He looked by now, healthy and strong and since he also from the nature had somewhat colored complexion, people around started to bully him for not working.
He recovered from his ill health, but he actually never recovered from the bullying of the people.
He was ashamed, feeling small and useless. It was my mom who rose him from “the mud” one day when she said: “It doesn’t matter who is at home and who is working in a family. What matter is that one brings the money for food on the table and one is at home and takes care of the children. Since I never have been good in making food, hate to clean and do house-work and so one, I am so happy that I am allowed to work. What people say, doesn’t matter . . . It is what we know, that matters.”
This rose my father to respect again and he did the house-work, cleaned our clothes, made the food and did his best in everything.

What my mother said, become a rule of living in my life.
All the people that bullied my father, didn’t know about his health. They only took account for his appearance and when he looked healthy, they took it for granted that he was healthy.

Remember that, next time you want to criticize someone for something.
It doesn’t matter how much you believe you know about the person and about the case. You still don’t know even a fraction of the whole picture.

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY . . .

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Quotes of the day . . .

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Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute.THAT'S relativity.-Albert Einstein

The brain is a wonderful organ. It starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office.- Robert Frost

The trouble with being punctual is that nobody's there to appreciate it.- Franklin P. Jones

We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don't like?-Jean Cocturan

It's amazing that the amount of news that happens in the world everyday always just exactly fits the newspaper.- Jerry SeinfeldIt

Matters not whether you win or lose; what matters is whether I win or lose.- Darrin Weinberg

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.

"Help a man when he is in trouble and he will remember you when he is in trouble again.

Complex problems have simple, easy to understand wrong answers. It is not exactly cheating, I prefer to, consider it creative problem solving.

Whoever said money can't buy happiness, didn't know where to shop.

Alcohol doesn't solve any problems, but then again, neither does milk.

Most people are only alive because it is illegal to shoot them.

Forgive your enemies but remember their names.

The number of people watching you is directly proportional to the stupidity of your action.

Don't worry that the world ends today, its already tomorrow in Australia"

Intellectuals solve problems; geniuses prevent them."--Albert Einstein

Optical Illusion . . .

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Clean your glasses,

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take a couple of deep breath,

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relax you shouldres and neck

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And see if you can manage this optical Illusion . . .

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