Recollections from the International Students’ Festival in Trondheim 2013
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| Bananas for Monkeys Click by Danish Henry |
I
still wonder why our workshop was called the monkey business workshop, when it focuses
on being ‘anti-monkey business’,
because that is what we stand for. Anyhow, the most interesting activity at the
workshop was the creation of the rogue state of ‘Monkeystan’. I was amazed at the amount of work that was put into
all fabrications, it was well thought and meticulously arranged. It truly reflected
the dynamics of capitalism, and how each and every member of the society
contributes to keep the caravan of capitalism moving, though unintentionally.
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| The Editoral Team at Moneystan Today Click by Danish Henry |
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| Sindhi Ajrak. Source: Google Images |
On
my last day at the workshop, I exchange gifts with Vladimir – my angel friend.
I gift him a traditional cap (called a Sindhi topi) from Sindh (the province I
live in). I also exchange currencies of different countries, expanding and enriching
my archive. And now it was time for the final check-out.
At
evening, Susanne is hosting all the workshop participants at her place. Susanne,
one of our workshop leaders, looked like a Viking the day she made two ponies
in her blonde hair – the day we pre-partied at Kristian’s place. Fortuitously,
I also discovered that the color of her hair is similar to the color of her
shoes.
Susanne
is preparing waffles to sweeten the sour moments of ‘leaving’. I hug and say my
last goodbyes to the monkeys. I leave with a treasure of memories I can cherish
and facilities to ring a number after 5 years and be welcomed. I am bestowed
with a heartening ‘see-off’. Thank you guys and girls for those special
moments.
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| Waffles with strawberry jam. Click by Ghislaine Assou |
I didn’t want to leave but time dictated that I should, as Dr Torgeir
has arranged a farewell dinner. Over dinner, Dr Torgeir asks us about our stay
in Norway. One of the things I tell him is I’m not very happy to leave ISFiT.
He comforts that it is normal and assures that it will soon fade away. I
present him the gift I bought for him, a national costume and he shows me his
vast collection of currency from all over the world. At midnight, I start my
packing and early morning I have my last cup of Norwegian juice and off I go to
Vaeners. On my way to the airport, it is snowing and traffic signs warn of
crossing reindeers. On the runway, the wings of the plane are washed with some
yellow liquid, don’t know what was that liquid.
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| Source: Google Images |
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