As my mother used to say (well, still says):
Hooray, hooray the first of May, outdoor shagging starts today. Only she doesn’t say shagging. Charming, mom, charming. Well, Mayday is probably not a big door where you are (alfresco fornication notwithstanding) but it’s a big deal in Norway, where it’s celebrated (as elsewhere) as a day of international workers’ rights. Most everyone has the day off. I, of course, did not. The irony of this is not lost on me. However, I did have time enough to catch the May Day parade, which went right by my hotel. There were people marching for every conceivable cause, from the rights of Palestinians to the right to smoke lots and lots of weed. And lots of people, including this kid, were marching for reasons I could not discern.
Perhaps he was showing his solidarity with Nike. I know not. Of course it was hard to know what anyone was marching for because their signs were in Norwegian (how rude!) but some of the marchers’ agendas were perfectly clear from context. These people, manifestly, were marching for the right of nurses to play drums.
And good for them, I say. Norway is a civilized country. If nurses can’t march and drum here, where can they?
Wish I had more pictures for you, but I had to leave the parade early, and go off to continue my ongoing quest to make the world safe for situation comedy. The work was the work, I won’t bore you with the details of that. Let’s just say that among the many reasons I love my job is that it introduces me to concepts I otherwise would never know anything about, including the plight of oppressed Norwegian drumming nurses. Set them free, say I. SET THEM FREE!
More later, -jv