It is a common thought; People going to prison are bad people - we should keep them at distance when they come out and try our best not to interact with them
So what then
But do they really deserve to be left behind without a second chance ? No, they are people like the rest of us and we should give them something to do, when they have served their time. Something which can keep them on the straight line of work and keep them away form their previously line of work.
Back to reality
With this thought on our mind, we have created a little group of mindfull people connected around a princip of food waste and rehabilitation.
The rehabilitation together with waste of food is thought of a way to give a semi normal job to people fresh out of prison and giving them normal work hours while giving them a feeling of belonging, together with a common sense of responsibility.
For many inmates the way back to life is a hard journey without many helping hands and in our company we have had a few test runs with people fresh out of prison, whom we have accepted as sort of handymans doing daily small jobs. Like helping with building of restaurants and bars, creative- and festivalspaces.
Right now we have 5 people in this sort of program, with different backgrounds and stories. They have showed us results in forms of hardwork, loyalty and a willing to continue when the jobs are getting hard and tiresome.
.. About food waste
Last year a program was created for a big danish festival, where a volunteer group gathered to collect the unused materials from foodshops at the festival. They brought all of the collected goods to nearby slaughterhouse school where they cooked and stockpiled it all so they later on could distribute the food to shelters around the country. One of the brains behind this program put together an idea to do pretty much the same thing, just on a daily basis, in a larger danish town.
The concept is simple. Open up a Second Hand Food Shop. Collect unused food. Sells it at the store and deliver it to peoples homes. Have a focus specific on ecological food and food from smaller farms.
By splitting the general political line up into sub genres and questions asked by You, we are creating a media platform which can Voice the general opinion of the public. This rather than giving half true prognoses modeled by companies who are profiting from this kind of work.
Furthermore will we give You the party by which your opinion match with the current political system. Whether it is a person You share opinions with or a parties which consist of Your opinions.
So what is the point of Voicing Your opinion if Your opinion right now is not changing the political picture? In our opinion it is of grave importance to give every human being the right to be heard. The easiest way to make a Voice be heard is to create a tool which allows You to stand together with people other than Yourself who are sharing Your Voice either publicly or anonymously.
What is the endgame with I sharing my opinions with the world like this with the world? Well, have You ever heard about liquid democracy? The idea is based on this system which is developed to ease the flow of decisions in our democracy. We hope to make our politicians a little more aware of what we actually think about what they do and say. To let them know we have an opinion even thou it is not election year.
What is a Home. Is it a place for us to sleep. To be at, when we are nowhere else. Is it the place we can relax. Eat. Sleep. Without being disturbed by the outside world? Maybe. Or maybe it is just what we define it to be. For it could as well be a tent put up somewhere and nowhere. It could give us the same parimeters and would give a seldom peaceful experience.
Maybe. Just maybe it would be worth a try to go out with just what you need on your back and let your feet adjust the journey.
From time to time a prickling sensation goes through my
mind. Words want to flow. Particularly during an encounter with waves of old,
fond memories. I am not writing about the small every day happenings, which
brings back forgotten memories. I am writing about clear small passages, which
make your stomach full with a whirlwind of butterflies.
Smiling, you have locked our eyes, while telling me to show
you more trust. In my words here I will give it a try. An experiment; I will let
you into my deepest levels of thoughts. Into the sparkling energy of my memory
lanes, that no one for years have touched. The words here might not even be for
your eyes but more just an expression of my own selfish needs to express my
thoughts on life.
After receiving your message I called my sister. She lives
nearby the place where we were supposed to meet up. By chance she was at home making
dinner. While eating I asked her a simple question about our family and our
Christmas plans. Awaiting an answer, I put down my hand on her leg to get her
attention away from her phone. Slowly her eyes leveled with mine. She looked
right through me. The first tear found its way down her cheek. She was lost for
words and was numb for a second.
Finally ready to speak, she looks at me as if trying to find
some sort of rest, "Madelaine is dead".
Madelaine is Mias mother. I got to know Mia a few years
earlier. From my point of view, she is one of my sisters closets friends.
Madelaine had cancer detected in her body when our own parents divorced a decade
ago. Two years ago, my sister asked me if I would mind spending the better part
of my birthday celebration watching her receive her master degree.
For me, my birthdays are just another day in the calendar.
My sister, on the other hand, finds them important, so I could feel how
uncomfortable it made her just asking. You see, birthdays for me are just
another year in life. Life passes by for all of us. No real need to make a big
fuss about it. Someone might need the attention more than we do. Mia studied
together with my sister. Both receiving their degree the same day and we ended
up talking afterwards.
Madelaine had made the trip. Coming from the other side of
the country, she seemed quite exhausted. Standing in all the ballads of the
celebrating afterwards of the ceremony, we ended up in a small group the four
of us. Standing in front of an old painting, Madelaine started the discussion
noting its ugliness. Mia laughed and shook her head. Pulling my sisters arm
toward the champagne and left me standing next to her mother. She continued
onwards with her discreditation of the painting. Babbling on and on about what
was wrong with it. After the first lines she turned her head to me and asked me
whether I saw it as well. To be frank I did not. But human, as I am, my answer
was not that of the truth. She turned back to the picture. Asked me again if I was
sure. Silence, only the background laughter was to be heard. "You see, I
am not really talking about the painting, even thou it it representing what I
feel very well", she continued "I knew this painting back in the
days. I was the one bringing it here, you see. But to me it has lost its
Before she could continue Mia and my sister returned with an
extra glass for me. Not for her. We drifted back into our conversation from
before they left and when people started to leave the place I asked them if
they wanted to join our planned dinner. My sister was the first to answer. It
was not necessary for me to do more for her on my day. Mia and Madelaine on the
other hand were more than happy to accept it, as long as they would not be an
inconvenience to us. Not to me, I told them.
Seldomly is life only about one self. It is not about
holding yourself in the middle but more about sharing the space and letting go.
And the gay feeling which was emanating from both of them were more than a
thank you in it self.
This day has marked me in more ways than I can understand
even today and more than I am letting on in my daily life. Madelaine caught my
attention in front of the painting and put together with her warm personality she
has left her mark on me, which has changed my perspective on life little by
little afterwards. The irony of our short conversation might be that
afterwards, I have acquired a tendency to recognize how other people affect our
lives in ways we cannot comprehend. For in the end, other people’s touch on
yourself might be bigger than your own ambitions and visions.
My point with all of this is, whether you are allowed to
participate in another person’s sorrow or not, you can still be hit by it. Feel
it and react to it. Madelaine gave me the impression of a good and giving
creature. One creature I will remember by what she left me with. Maybe even
without her noticing her impact on my life.