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La Cigale, ayant chanté
Tout l’été,
Se trouva fort dépourvue
Quand la bise fut venue:
Pas un seul petit morceau
De mouche ou de vernisseau.
Elle alla crier famine
Chez la Fourmi sa voisine,
La priant de lui prêter
Quelque grain pour subsister
Jusqu’à la saison nouvelle.
« Je vous paierai, lui dit-elle,
Avant l’oût, foi d’animal,
Intérêt et principal. »
La Fourmi n’est pas prêteuse:
C’est là son moindre defaut.
« Que faisiez-vous au temps chaud?
Dit-elle à cette emprunteuse.
– Nuit et jour à tout venant
Je chantais, ne vous déplais.
– Vous chantiez? j’en suis fort aise:
Eh bien! dansez maintenant. »

La Fontaine, Fables, Librairie Hachette et Cie, Paris 1917.

This book used to belong to my father and it is about 102 years old come this 29th November. It was originally printed and published in 1917 – my grandmother was born in 1911 – bless her soul! The first World War was raging at the time and two decades later the second one was well and truly in the making.

I do believe that it is in fact one of the oldest artifacts that I have in my possession, however, there is one that is older. It may be merely by a year, but the oil painting hanging on my living room wall is in fact from 1916 (and it used to belong to my grandparents and was hanging on their living room wall.).

Does the title signify anything in particular? I’m confident that it does. My father was an avid fan of La Fontaine – Why? It has all to do with language, the written ones and in particular that of French. There are quite a few unanswered questions, I simply didn’t get the time to ask them all.

I know that he respected Strindberg as much as he loathed Hemingway, but I’m don’t know exactly why he did the latter (I could make an educated guess, but I’m refraining from doing so. And, furthermore I must admit that I haven’t read a single of his works; Hemingway’s that is.).

So, it is far from a co-incidence that this particular book was in his collection as were many others.

Condorcet (1743-1794) Un intellectuell en politique, E.Badinter & R.Badinter, Fayard 1988

Täby And Return

The little black bear and I took a round-trip from Årstberg to Täby centrum. It is a 50 km ride depending on your navigation skills… apart from the slightly chilly weather, somewhat slippery road surface and the fact that the breaks front and back are completely shot,** it was a truly nice ride.

Time of departure: 14:00
Time of arrival: 16:50
At home, ca: 20:30

“- Tänd lampan!” (“- Turn on your headlight!”)
“- Jag har ingen*!” (“- I don’t have one!”)

* Stripped: no fenders, lights or reflexes whatsoever (yes, the pedals’ reflexes have been removed too). There’s nothing left to remove, as minimal s it gets and thereby the ultimate ride.

“- Isn’t that impractical?”
“- That is quite possible, however, it a question of aesthetics as well and not necessarily about practicality, I mean look at the bike! Behold, the little black bear!”

An enforcer, scarring the young and old, not by any means intentionally; just extremely fast paced, agile and black. In short: the little black bear.

** I like to break hard and do so a lot. Riding without breaks composes a compromise.

I Am Strangely Affected

Yes, it is yet another loss… yet, another funeral and one being remotely situated in time, and I am strangely affected.

Why is that? I’m not entirely sure and I am indeed somewhat surprised of it being like so. I would not have thought so.

I’m holding a wake of some sort and that is equally surprising to me. I suspect that it has to do with history (as always), my own history in particular.

The loss is tied to my own history/memory, it is connected to another time, that has passed and that I’m relating to; the: way-back-times.

I guess that I’m just reminiscing. That I’m pondering as per usual the idea(s) or thoughts-of-the-imagined-future-to-be, in as many words.

I feel strange, affected or possibly estranged. In all honesty it is all quite surprising to me.

Or, maybe, is it simply that which is shared? The elder recognizing the youth and effort?

For the sake of continuity, and for the belief in; Europe, Education, Manors, Clothing, Shoes, Art, Music, History and in the end in Civilization itself?

Missed and remembered.

D’où Je Viens IX

Once again, surprisingly (it is a contradiction) mature and cocktail-bossa-infused-serious jazz being played at the venue.

It happens to be an autumn Sunday night, it has been the case more than one previous night, i.e. it is far from being an co-incidence.

And the little black bear (my black steel stead) is waiting trustworthy; as always… just sitting quietly in the dark – just outside; parked (my bike).

ID These Items Will You Be So Kind?

No, I’m not telling, other than that, both my father and another used it or similar device.

I do have more than one in my possession. Can I manually handle and command the item? I surely used to be able to… it was a long time ago.


I don’t know if it is relevant or not, however the company Piller is celebrating 100 years’ in business this year. And yes, they’re apparently still based in Osterode am Harz (never been) in northern Germany. And no, I don’t think the use these items in their daily enterprise.

Support A Free HK!

I always thought the “change” would be significantly more visible. I thought that I would get a clear; tangible “evidence” of the change… in my life-time. Then the time passed.

It may or not have happened, but with the decades’ passing, what more proof do I really need?

In all honestly it has already happened.

And when I see the really young, fighting for freedom of speech in Hong Kong and elsewhere; literally risking their lives for the sacred right to express themselves freely.

I feel deeply moved, humbled, hopeful and immensely proud of the younger generation!