Three Weeks on Gran Canaria

I’m at Copenhagen Airport, waiting for an aeroplane that will take me to Gran Canaria. I can’t wait.

The past few weeks have been too much. I have had a lot of work to do. Adding to that, every time I read up on what’s happening in the world, I’m hit by even more of a circus.

It’s been more that two months since the Swedish election, and the political parties haven’t been able to form a government. Too many red lines. The communists refuse to support any government constellation they’re not part of. The liberal Centre Party refuses to let far-left nutjobs and anti-Semites have any say in a future government. I completely agree. I’m fed up with extremists on both ends of the political spectrum. Let them be in the cold where they can scream their hatred without anyone having to pay attention.

As for Israel, a new government seems hard to build without support from either the ultra-orthodox or the Arab parties. Personally, I think it would be a great PR move to allow Arab MKs to become ministers.

The anarchist in me says that the best thing for both my countries would be for them to have no government at all. Let people run their own lives.

Anyhow. It’s time for some weeks in the sun. Gran Canaria, here I come.