Rash That Looks Like A Sunburn

DIY alcohol

that the Swedes have a problem with alcohol is well known. I've already talked about in another post and the situation has not changed that. For one thing, you just make the medical trainee undergoes healthy (even if moved to take only a sprain ankle) a questionnaire to find out how much alcohol he is usually absorbed in his average day. And if you go out on Saturday or Sunday morning, the sidewalks are pastures carcasses of broken glass and cans.
I personally think that Sweden is to solve the problem of the worst drugs in a free trade system should take drastic and even painful, which would probably mean sacrificing part of a generation, but to eradicate the problem in a radical way. But these solutions do not seem to be part of their modus operandi Scandinavian and - for the truth - any government that bases its consent on the votes it receives. So I fear that things will go on like this for practically forever. Who strives to address the problem and most people who consider it an externality of their culture.

As explained in the post, a system to control the spread of alcohol detected by the enlightened rulers of the kingdom, was to decide to sell the product only in places of state property used for that purpose (s Systembolaget, in fact), which close at 15 on Saturdays and Sundays do not open their own. Coupled with this should be mentioned the very strong tax burden faced by the spirits. These measures are expected to discourage the purchase in the population, but the story said to have been a complete failure. Alcohol is a drug and as such it encourages the user to compulsive consumption. And even if it comes true only in rare cases at the extremes of dependence, it is at all other times a pleasure and a "cultural fact" that in each case will be purchased. Increase does not mean the price will fall so that the use, but only that a share-increasing resources (or worse, their family) will be allocated to its purchase by the consumer, with all the social consequences imaginable. The centers sell them in "special", then, certainly does not limit the access to the product, rather, if possible, increased. Knowing it to be able to buy only up to a certain time on Saturday and in one place, the Swedish girls tend to make excessive stocks, only to consume more than they would if they could choose how and when to use them with less stress.

Moreover, the "prohibition " social alcohol as is the case for other drugs, in my opinion only stimulates its perception as "borderline products", thus attracting the attention and the desire of young consumers looking for their independence. Independence which, paradoxically, are at the end the repetition of the unhealthy behaviors of their parents. It would be desirable in my opinion aware of a gradual integration of alcohol in everyday Swedish culture (as always in Italy, where wine is just part of the culture and not even the case of religion) to free it from its subversive capacity.

effect of all this atmosphere that circulates around the alcohol, these are incredible products that I found available for sale in a supermarket here in Lund.

are almost half-empty bottles of with deciliter in only a few colored syrupy liquid, ready to become ... a whiskey! The label says to add half a liter of water and half a liter of pure alcohol , stir and enjoy.

There's something for every taste: flavored whiskey, Irish cream, vanilla vodka, pear brandy, an unnamed "Italian extract, and dozens more.

Frankly it is difficult whether in front of a rack like that you should laugh or cry. The tragicomic Pirandellian event has never been higher.

see a man who buys these bottles and then fills them with a bad spirit with water, to extract a drink of poor quality and definitely in any case too expensive and more harmful than a regular rum, is really a distressing scene. Frightening and sensational litmus test of certain containment policies that push in the direction exactly opposite to that desired.

About Sweden is not, however, expects to be in front of hordes of alcoholics who wander aimlessly through the city. But if he was invited to a party of young men prepare to load a couple of boxes of Spendrups :)

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HUSKY ... HIKE! A show superhuman

As yet my mind is dazzled by the memory, I must admit that our sally at Abisko in nordissimo Sweden, has no meaning for us only aurora borealis. In terms of spectacle, there was at least another experience quite remarkable, as substantially different. An experience made of sweat, fatigue, hair canines, unspoiled landscapes and cold frostbite sudden. I'm talking about our trip in the snowy taiga Swedish Judas sledges pulled by dogs more exuberant nature memories.

The organization provided for the use of 3-4 hours of light daily (a mixture of sunrise and sunset without a lot of flashes that are heavily cropped a space between the jaws of the polar night) to go into wilderness driving this ancient transport of Sami culture.

The idea of \u200b\u200bleading a dog sled friccicato always in my mind, ever since I was a child I fantasized about the stories of Uncle Scrooge in the Klondike that, cry "MUSH MUSH", urging his Huskies to the Yukon River in search of nuggets as big as potatoes. Abisko has given me the chance to experience this old-fashioned but effective form of "guidance" and was genuinely exciting adventure and in some ways even mystical.

arrived at base camp (a clearing in the middle of a forest), an instructor dressed like an officer to drill in a Canadian Antarctic base has dwelt in explanations on how to run the slide, amenities on the feeding of dogs, basic tips on proper attire and polar obviously found a way to bully who occasionally races ago, he and other crazy electrocuted cover the considerable distance of 300km in 12 hours of racing. Of course, standing on skids. It is unnecessary to emphasize that I am of all these speeches he has lost about three-quarters because, apart from the cold and the fact that I was bored to death, my attention was mostly stolen from the looks watery and suffering of those thirty dogs trained to draw the sledges, in that moment of pause-related air and sitting in the snow. In the first file some of them were shaking.

guilt had taken possession of me as the instructor explained in detail what the environment was suitable for that type of animal and bla bla bla. My concerns were already passed by the problem-cold exile the poor animals, who seemed all skin and bones, unable to draw a ball from the floor in a room heated. Like a shoe, the remorse of having to force these animals to transport a person for my solemn weight plus all the sled - and only for my amusement - gripped my guts.

While these thoughts may kidnap my frozen brain, the instructor had finished chatting and passed the operational phase, explaining how to take the dogs, getting them, and of mounting to. Four dogs per sled, except that of Ilana, who had eight. To avoid malignancy free, please explain at once that the reason for this apparent injustice was that Ilana had cleverly decided not to drive, but to sit comfortably in the front bag - indoor rude reindeer skins - and be lead by instructor polar. A person 4 dogs. Two people 8 dogs. Not bat an eyelid.

The moment of departure had come. Take away the anchor. Pick up the brake hard. " Slight foot on the brake and soft start control, " HIKE".

... Nothing ... Dogs turn around and look at me perplexed. I repeat "HIKE." It does not happen again nothing. I lean toward them with his fist on the steering wheel on the freeway as I was yelling at an old man driving a beige panda in the middle of their lanes and, understanding the hint, turn around and step give a rip that threatens to fall at the first meter.

The race started and was so at that moment all my qualms were gone, because it was clear that not only those huskies they were eager to leave, to run , to pull jumping and screaming at each other playfully, but also because it seemed that there was really nowhere else they wanted to be.

The buck proceeded sent (about 15km / h) and quiet up and down the hills, while driving turned out to be not easy. A mixture of going on a motorbike, ski, skate and control a kite, for what concerned the unpredictability of the moves of animals, which required careful guidance, but still sweet. And above all the guidance needed - as we had warned the instructor - a lot of empathy . The dogs were "helped". Now, that said, a phrase may seem new age label like "empathizes with the animal in a single cosmic ...", and instead help was much more prosaic. Uphill, in fact, get off and push the sled with the dogs, but then having to jump over as soon as they had begun to pull like mad.

The race was really nice, down on some ice sheets makes me a little 'anxiety, but the thrill of speed in this pristine landscape, silent and cold, was something never experienced before . I enjoyed the light was still shining blue crystals of snow, gentle curves and a view of pristine white blanket. The silence of the surrounding world and the joy of dogs pulling, almost chasing each other and without showing any signs of fatigue.

This was my mistake : distraction, I think you are safe. But the danger was just around the corner. E was indeed a curve, which brought me the fresh snow, to betray me. Lost in a moment balance, and - with my co-ordination of cheese - not found more stability, flying in the snow. Rivennero as I fell but I remember the words of the Commander: "First rule: never give up the sled." I was therefore very heroically attacked all'infernale bob while the dogs, regardless of my misfortune, continued to pull with all his might. If the instructor had stopped there I think now I WOULD BE sold in slices to the fish market of Narvik, after having fished out of a fjord.

reassembled sleigh we were ready to go. And, after a curve where I think we touched the -30 ° c , I committed the mistake of letting me go back to daydreaming about the landscape of your dreams. Second error, and - of course - the second fall. Only this time I also lost the grip of the slide, beach inevitably in the chill of snow.

After two hours all we had gone back to base camp safely. The darkness was about to swallow the woods and the dogs were getting ready exit in the evening, when total darkness would have gone to accompany the patrons of the brave fighters of the dawn. At that point we wanted and we could not help but salute the great animals, hug them and wish to continue to enjoy running in the snow. Suddenly, the Huskies living in an apartment in Piazza di Spagna with their rich owner no longer seemed so much to envy ...

for a while 'to gloat to the feeling of days I feel like Scrooge McDuck in the legendary Klondike. Next goal: dive like a fish in a sea of \u200b\u200bflash gold .

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