Hejhej Norge 15 days tracing my luggage

Where the floor is red and the room is round That’s where darkness has been found Where the sun is hot and the days are long This is not where she belongs This is not where she was born but where she had to build a home It’s where she has to dig the ground and where she has to gather wood It’s where she overcame the war and where she tries to find a now Will her children dig and sow? And she carries her house on her head And she shoulders her past on her back While she’s bearing her future in her womb Will her garden be enough? And in the morning she is lighting the fire Nobody sees or will ever admire Her strength or ask her if she’s ever had dreams No together they sing and pray Yelele Mama yelele She’s providing always in here While he’s out and drinking beer She might not no what is six times seven But what she knows is how to raise these seven And she knows how to make them strong and to reach out to all of those How to save for future goals and she knows how to build a house How to overcome the storm and how to keep her family warm How to send them all to school And she carries her house on her head And she shoulders her past on her back While she’s bearing her future in her womb Will her garden be enough? And in the morning she is lighting the fire Nobody sees or will ever admire Her strength or ask her if she’s ever had dreams Now together they sing and pray Yelele Mama yelele She’s standing up She is speaking up Oh she is wise When she knows her rights Where the room is round, Where the sun is warm Where the rain will come This is where she belongs

Die Erkenntnis aus meinem Norwegenurlaub: Eigentlich braucht man wirklich nicht viel zum Leben! Eine Yogamatte, eine Tüte Brötchen und ein schöner grüner Rucksack sind doch eigentlich auch genug. Wie KLM zwei Wochen lang mein Gepäck verlor ...