The Scent Of Buildings

Here in Norway we have something they call Blitz. A punkish anarchistic movement of rebellious youth. I remember I saw riots featuring them and the police in the news when I were little. It seemed scary, I didn't understand. I also saw some of them when I visited Oslo as a child. I used to go to Oslo a lot when I were little, to visit a hospital there, they would try out different medications for my condition. I had my little red childrens suitcase, held my mums hand, the Blitz people smiled at me. I thought they looked cool, so I smiled back at them. The Blitz is no longer portraying the news as it used to. The punks seem to be old wise settled down parents these days. They still wear their scarfs or a small piece of their outcast clothing. A little reminder of what used to be. The hospital I grew up with is no more, even the train station is gone. Larger things is taking over. The Blitz building is on sale and I dont think anyone knows who leads the creative grassroots anymore. Of course the rebellious youth are not gone, it just feels that way when things change.

I guess you could say that I somewhat have always had the same political opinions as the Blitz youth. I am a Socialist that used to think Communism was a great idea. I read Marx yes. Maybe I haven't always agreed with the acts and expressions of Blitz. I have never been a part of a subculture, but I guess you can say that I am a quiet supporter of some of their political views. I like their honest expressive bad boyish attempts, with the feminine sensitive stroke of compassion for the simple man. I like the way they have managed to pick out the actual important things and filter away all the irrelevant economy talk. Even if it was naive, I like it. Because they were never grey boring men with ties, fake smiles and emty words. They were vibrant, a good taste of new age creativity. Something easy, yet something complex.

There have been all this talk about whether the government should tear down the Blitz building or sell it. I think they have sold it now. If I was a Blitz youth I'd probably be very sentimental about it in these days.

Times change, but people end up as being the same as they were in the past, just wearing a new exterior... But if you are old enough to see things vanish and change, you feel a part of you is gone, even if your young enough to have your whole life in front of you. For you, things will never be the same then, even if the smell in a place is the only thing that has changed. Small changes can have a big impact...

I have this feeling in reference to the old train station in Oslo and this old hospital. Things doesn't change with the new places. You just run away from old things and they end up haunting you. I wish things would stay the same, so I could mature with them and change their meaning in me.

I'm a person that have always felt I never belonged anywhere. A very seeking person. I know that sounds cliche, but I guess some people feel this way. So I dont like it when things change. I want to know where the roots are and stop digging. If things move about, then you never know where to look...

I wonder where my red childrens suitcase is now... on my parents attic maybe, all dusted away...