The 17th of May is a sacred day for many Norwegians. It is the day of the Norwegian constitution, which heroically even more sacred, since it remarks the independence from the Swedish kingdom, and then from the Danish kingdom, and back again to the Swedes (the Danish and the Swedish kingdoms were constantly in war back then; and when the Danes chose a wrong guy, a.k.a Napoleon, in one of the wars, they had to hand over Norway, in tears, to their viking brother across the Øresund channel – the Swedes).
The Norwegian constitution (May 17, 1814) is an inspiration for the danish constitution (June 5, 1849). In Denmark, the constitution also remarks the end of the absolute monarchy in the country. However, because Denmark had been for ages being a wealthy powerful kingdom, the constitution has merely been seen as an noble moment at the parliament by many danes; it does not carry the same emotional degree as the constitution in Norway, which seen by many as a symbol of freedom and sovereignty. That is why the norwegians around the world dedicate the 17th of may as a holiday to celebrate, throw party, dress in bunad (norwegian traditional dress), parade along the street while waving the norwegian flag, and enjoy massive amounts of beers and foods (including the classic pølse og lompe: a grill sausage, wrap in oat bread & soft ice). On the contrary, the celebration scene like this is hardly found during the constitutional day in Denmark.
Yes, I can get Indomie in few immigrant food shops in Copenhagen. But…with the imported taste, namely the one which somehow has been adjusted for foreigner tongue: less spicy and less MSG (monosodium glutamat … :-p).
If you don’t know what Indomie is? Wiki here. It’s an instant noodle brand widely popular around the world for its variety of tastes and affordable price. Obviously not a healthy pick, but it’s the food for all social classes and races in Indonesia. The poor and the have, the western and eastern Indonesians, love Indomie.
You can also check one of its Indonesian ads here or even….the Nigerian version here !
Thanks the universe, I finally got to eat Indomie again with the real Indonesian taste after I found that REMA 1000, a big supermarket chain in Norway, decided to sell Indomie noodle soup in their stores. The minus point is I could only taste the real Indomie if I visit Norway or Indonesia, but…meh…it’s better than never.
I remember the first time I landed a sight on you. It was at some random bag shop in north Seattle, in 2006. I needed an extra suitcase, and a cheap one given my student status, for my belongings which I had to bring back to Indonesia after a year living in the U.S. I was in the middle of two choices, between you and another typical black suitcase. But my friend, Kelsey, who couldn’t wait for any longer, shouted that I should just pick you since I had been touching you for 20 minutes.
Appeared that you were not just another cheap luggage. Since 2006, you had accompanied me traveling to many different countries, across oceans and continents. From the U.S. to Indonesia, you continued to be with me during our Tokyo-bound trip. Did you remember that I stuffed a huge speaker and several gadgets which I bought from Tokyo? And despite your soft case, you protected them safely during the rough pacific journey against the weight of other suitcases. Continue reading →