Britt’s Blog

Brave?

Who is brave?

Me?

The beggar?

Just before I sat down with the beggar, I was afraid. I was thinking “I am so brave”. Then I was ashamed: Brave? How is that brave? Sitting down on the pavement in my small Swedish quiet hometown. To leave your own country because you have no choice and climb onto an overcrowded rubber boat with your child in your arms, without travel insurance, that is brave.

Reception 

How was I to be received by the passer-byes?

The first thing that happened was such loving reception by the beggar, that I didn’t even think about the people around.

Language

Despite having been in Sweden for many years, he doesn’t speak the language.

But it was easy to communicate.

The coffee cup

All beggars have a cup. I brought a cup too.

I had prepared myself for when someone was going to ask why I was sitting there and perhaps wonder why I was begging. 

My prepared answer was: I am begging for love.

Music

I like listening to music. I asked if he likes music. I played a tune for him on my phone. Here we are listening to Vision by Mo’Kalamity.

Being Ignored 
               
No one, I really mean NO ONE looked at us.
We said hello to people, but they didn’t even turn their heads.
Wealth – Who was wealthiest just then? I would like to argue that we were happier than anyone else around.
Love

I went there to beg for love.
And I got it.
Not from the passer-byes.
But from the beggar.
In abundance.
Care
The beggar got uncomfortable with me sitting on the ground.
He wanted me to sit on the box.

Reflection

This was a blessed experience for us. We were both happy. There are beggars in the streets. There are debates about however it should be forbidden. That they shouldn’t be allowed to beg for money. But aren’t many of us begging for money? Some people think it is humiliating for them. But I wonder, is it humiliating for the people who walk by? And perhaps many of us are begging for money in humiliating ways?

Needless to say; I don’t want anyone to have to beg in the streets. But as long as this is a reality, it doesn’t hurt to be loving.

It is never wrong to be loving.

It is brave to be loving.

Be brave!

Mad?

Madness

Who is mad?

Me?

People who walk by?

At first when I climbed up on the statue, some people nearby were making jokes with me. But after a few minutes, they seem to realise what they were doing and withdrew.

See

I sat there and, in my opinion, I was well-behaved.

The strange thing was though, that NO ONE, looked at me. Not even quickly.

I was fascinated.

How do you manage to not turn your head when something unusual is happening?

I realized what freedom I have.

No one seem to care about what I do.

Rest
I always rest if I’m not sure about how to handle the situation.  

Contact

I decided to take more initiative and try to make someone join me.

Here I am, receiving a young man who got over the water when he had made his mind up.

Exploring
He couldn’t speak Swedish or English. We explored this new environment together.
Surprisingly unnoticed
We played music and laughed.
Still – no one looked.
Someone else?
We thought it would be fun if more people joined us.
Water
We finally caught someone.
The water created some problem…

 

Positions
We searched for our positions.
Comfortable
A third person is on his way to join us.
Look how comfortable the first guy is now. “Welcome to us!”

 

Invisible
We are creating theatre.
No one is watching
Kind
And we were so kind and polite.
It turned out that the first two guys had just arrived in Sweden. Didn’t know any Swedish.
They were the only people I could communicate with.
I don’t suggest that everyone should fool around on statues and I don’t normally do that either. But if I should try to answer the
question “what is mad behaviour?” – I think it is mad when you totally avoid looking at each other.
 
I think it’s crazy to not see each other with a smile.
I think that is crazier than climbing on a statue.