I had a virtual reality way before the internet. As a child my best friend was Jesus. When I see myself as a child I have my hand in his. But Jesus wasn’t just a kid called Jesus. What I experienced can best be described as a virtual or spiritual experience. As a child I would talk to Jesus. Often. When I was three we visited my grandparents in Oslo and I would talk to him before I went to sleep. Later that summer when we went to Switzerland I carried on talking to Jesus and I wondered, “Are there several Jesuses? One here and one in Oslo? Or maybe he walks in heaven from here to Oslo?” The spiritual reality that Jesus was with me wherever I was has stayed with me all my life.
I also have a distinct timeline of my life starting when I was born. I’m not sure how or when I started visualizing it but it is more of less the way I count too. I have lots of fascinating visual pictures along this timeline.
My timeline follows a kind of pattern. I can look back at it from different angles but the actual timeline itself starts like a tube that opens at 12 o’clock and follows clockwise round to 7 when it does a straight line upwards till 11 till it does a diagonal two-step from 11-12. From there it goes straight up to 18 where it curves upwards to the left to 20 with a side-step to 21 before circling down and left to 25 and up to 30. At that point my timeline goes into several 270-degree curves. It does a 270 degree curve round to the left up to 40. When it hits 50 a new 270 degree curve heads upwards to 60, and another takes off towards 65 and then starts a new trajectory straight up to 70. From there it curves down to the left, following a new 270 curve to 80, another to 90 and another to 100. These curves are all on a slight upward slope up to the left to 100. After that the whole cycle repeats itself and who knows how far I’ll get along that line!
If I think back my timeline gives me a quick review of my life. Nothing spectacular, it just is. During the first part of my life the path is simpler though its depth grew through experience and happenings. Nothing like how much it grew once I was introduced to the internet in the mid 1990’s. Until then my timeline is contained within the happenings or memories of my life, places, my family and friends. In the mid-nineties my timeline gained a sort of aura of happenings and information that aren’t simply restricted to my personal timeline – but they did influence it.
Until then all that I knew was lodged in my mind, work books, library and reference books. From then on what I knew was only limited by my knowledge of where I could access relevant information at any given moment. A portable computer brought this new world into our home and my virtual world took off. It brought new and old contacts, colleagues and friends into a virtual reality. I went from learning by reading books and articles – to getting a grip on a new virtual reality which was so vast it was impossible to conceive, but was so much fun to discover.
In the autumn of 1993 computers were introduced in Swedish schools followed in 1998 by the home-PC-reform. The idea was that everyone who had a job would be able to use their work computers at home tax-free. Over a million Swedes got access to their first computer this way and is no doubt why Sweden became computerized so fast.
It was in the early in the 1990’s that Sweden’s virtual reality exploded. This was when Swedish families were provided a subsidy to get a mobile phone and later a family computer. This coincided with a move for our family to Falun. I started work as a copywriter and with my English/American/Norwegian/Swedish background I had a hidden talent for proofreading and understsanding the text of my new boss, a Swedish/American health writer. He had a very large portable computer that he sent home with me and I proceeded to proof read a book that he was writing. It was more like a portable typewriter and having a computer didn’t necessarily mean you had an internet connection, in fact most likely not.
My perception and view of the world gradually changed from then on. It grew and spread and linked into what others knew. I started to be able to look for information on the internet and I entered a new world. New words took over. A mouse was no longer an animal with a tail! For those of us who were in our thirties and forties the internet presented a very steep learning curve – gradually made easier once we were able to ‘google’ things!
What a difference from that of our own children whose virtual world exploded in their teens. To say nothing of our grandchildren who can’t even conceive of life without a virtual world. Can they even perceive their own thoughts without them being affected by those of friends, peers or influencers? And yet they have influences that are vast compared to those in my childhood! Are they too vast? Were mine too enclosed? Probably.
Our grandkids wondered recently how we were able to function without cell phones! This reminded me of some extreme situations when a cell phone would have been a godsend to have. It certainly turned me to prayer many times!
When I was 18 I was invited to join a group of people travelling with a play in India. This was a group of idealistic like-minded people who looked out for each other. Cell phones were unheard of and I often stayed with people who didn’t know what a permanent phone was either. I seldom had the contact details of the people I was working with. One night I was billeted with an Indian friend in a home in Pune. Next day we were supposed to move to another house and as we walked through Pune’s numerous streets and roundabouts, one street looked just like another. I asked my friend if she knew the address of where we were going but she had no idea and nor did I. We prayed as we walked that we would somehow be led to the right place. A few minutes later an Indian lady who was walking down the same street, tapped my friend on the shoulder and asked her if we didn’t belong to the theatre group visiting Pune and did we know where to go? She was our angel that day. She was a cleaner at the home the group were staying at and she took us there!
Once we got there I was to share a bedroom with another Indian friend. The bedroom dressing table had 2 small carafes of drinking water with a glass sitting on top of each carafe. A few nights later the glasses started rattling wildly in the middle of the night and dogs started barking. I thought the fan was falling out of the roof, as it actually had done on the first night we arrived in India! But we fell asleep again and next morning everything seemed the same as usual. We learnt later that there had been a large earthquake at a large dam not too far away. My parents who lived in England did hear about but it took 4 weeks before they got my next letter and knew for sure that I was safe. An unthinkable wait today!
Not long after this I took part in a conference and helped to produce a magazine report that I was to take to Mumbai to get printed. I was to be picked up by friends at the Mumbai train station and so I took myself by taxi to Pune and got on the train. Not long after the train started it came to an abrupt stop. As I looked out to see the cause of the stop I saw the body of half a man and all his intestines right outside my window. We sat there for 4 hours till the body was taken away and finally the train left. I arrived in Mumbai at midnight, pretty shaken up and very hungry, but none of my friends were there to meet me. They had no idea of why I hadn’t arrived when they went to pick me up as the station didn’t have any information about why the train hadn’t come or when it would eventually arrive. I found one single phone booth and looked up their surnames. All the R’s, L’s and M’s had been torn out of the phone book – so I had no idea how to call my friends the Reynolds, Lalas or Mayors. I don’t remember how it all worked out, but I do remember that I never travelled anywhere again without access to the phone numbers and addresses of those I was going to visit!
The stories continue to pop up in my mind, but maybe the most interesting challenges came as a family. We ate at 6 pm every evening and the easiest way to know that everyone would be home then was to have supper ready! But if there was an earlier appointment for dancing, riding, hockey or other appointment or if one of the children was late – there were the usual 3 or 4 friends where we were pretty sure we could find them. This got more complicated as they got older and even more so when we moved to Falun where we didn’t know their classmates or their parents.
Up till then our son was called Truls, his first given name. One day we called round to the list of class parents looking for Truls and got the response, “We don’t have a Truls here but we have a Joffe!” From then on his name was Joffe!
We worked for a food supplement company whose suppliers were in North America. When Kjersti was 15 and Joffe 13 we visited San Francisco. Kjersti wanted to go down to the wharf and see the sealions and all the other attractions. Joffe wanted to go skateboarding, so we left Joffe off at a particular corner on Central Park and told him we’d see him there at 3 pm. We went off, had a great time and came back as planned. But there was no Joffe. We waited and waited and got more and more worried. But then we heard a familiar sound far away in the distance, vrrroom, vrrroom, vrrroom which got louder and louder as the speck on the horizon got bigger and bigger and finally a sweaty Joffe came into view! He was drenched and we were all so relieved to see each other. Central Park had two sides that were seemingly identical and Joffe was on the other side. We had said we would stay there and not move, so his only hope of finding us was to skate the length of the park. Poor guy was terrified that he would never see us again. We headed for Muir Woods and the ocean – and some time together again. On the way we passed a little shop selling skateboards and surfing boards run by Kevin. Kjersti was longing to surf and got lots of tips of where to go and how to go about getting a board as we carried on down the coast. And Joffe and Kevin started a business relationship and friendship that lasted for years. Joffe marketed Kevin’s PoorBoy brand in Sweden during his high school years and worked for him several summers.
Had we known what goes on in and around that San Francisco park we would never have left him there alone in the first place.
Mobile phones were big and clumsy to begin with. But when GSM, the Global System for Mobile communication introduced mobile phones with SIM-cards, the phones became smaller, could send messages and were generally more usable. Cashcards were introduced in 1996 in Sweden and the mobile boom took off.
We got a family cell phone through the business we worked at around 1996. We started to get used to online communication, but it was usually one-way and far from consistent as we only had one mobile phone in the family for the first few years.
The evening of Kjersti’s high school graduation we knew she would be out way past midnight. We on the other hand were going to Stockholm next day and we wanted to be sure that she was home before we left. She didn’t have a mobile phone with her and at 2 am I got in the car and drove downtown in the hopes of finding her! As I was driving up Svärdsjögatan in the early morning light the street was completely empty. No cars, no buses and no people. But as I drove up the street, I saw a girl walking down the street with her shoes in her hand and could pick up a very tired but happy daughter!
By now the family was getting used to trans-atlantic air travel. We travelled to America on business and brought our Children with us. Food containers weren’t restricted to 100 ml then and as Joffe and Kjersti didn’t like airplane food we brought yoghurt with us on trips! When Joffe was 17 and visiting LA with a girlfriend they gave us a reversed charge call and Joffe said how yoghurt was expensive and he needed some money and then as he quickly put down the public phone he said, “I’ve got to run – here comes a junkie!” We had no way of calling him back! Later we got an email through his friend Kevin where Joffe said, “Please can you send me some money! With love from your one and only son!”
After she finished high school Kjersti was accepted to study physical theatre at Dell’Arte college of Physical Theatre in Blue Lake, California. They had some days off over Christmas and she and a friend went to stay with friends of friends in LA. One night I was woken up with a reversed charge call in the middle of the night. Kjersti was out on the street as a guy had crept into her bed against her wishes and she wanted our help to get her out of. I called a friend who lived north of LA and asked for her help. Then I gave Kjersti her phone number and they connected. This angel dropped everything and immediately left to pick her up in LA. One of those situations when we would have given everything to have direct connection and to be there for Kjersti.
In 2004 Joffe and some friends went to Thailand around Christmas. One of the group was buying and bringing snus that would last them for the whole visit. As luck would have it he stayed with friends before leaving for the airport and when he locked the door of their apartment, he dropped the key to the apartment through the letterbox – and there he saw the packet of snus lying on the floor – inside the door! No way of accessing it. They must have got that friend to send the package to Thailand because on Christmas Day they went to a town on the east coast to pick it up.
Meanwhile we were celebrating Chistmas with my mother in Falun. I went into the living room to chat with her on the morning of the 26th December, and she told me that she had just heard on the news that there had been a huge tsunami in the Indian Ocean affecting Thailand. Time stood still as we took in what that could mean for Joffe who was supposed to be at the same spot as the tsunami hit Thailand. Or so we thought. 5 minutes later my cellphone rang and it was Joffe to ask for my help to transfer money. He obviously had no idea of what was going on on the west coast! We breathed a sigh of relief and it was years before we knew the real story behind why they had been on the east coast that memorable day when 230 000 people died in the tusunami, amongst them 550 swedes including our accountant and several of his family. To speak nothing of all those that were injured. But not Joffe or his friends.
Joffe worked all year to be able to take off most winters in his late teens and twenties to surf or snowboard. One winter he and friends took off for Bali. They are all tall goodlooking Scandinavians who stand out in a crowd. Balinese are generally short. One evening when they were eating out, a Balinese prince, who was notoriously jealous about his wife, picked a fight with Joffe and his friends. The prince grabbed a bottle, broke it a proceeded to stab at Joffe who was sitting, stabbing him from behind in his back and on his head. The police were called (this was apparently not the first time the Prince had stirred up trouble) and Joffe and his friend were taken to the police station – despite Joffes protests that he wanted to be taken to the hospital! He called us from the police station. He was lying on a bore of multicolours – signs of previous injuries and a very dirty sheet! They finally got to the hospital and he was X-rayed and stitched up. He was released with a huge white turbaned bandage on this head. A perfect target for the uptight prince so we tried UD to get him home early but as the medical service was very good, UD opted to have him rest there in a hotel and come home as planned 10 days later.
Another memorable event was when our first granddaughter was born. Once again a night time call, this time from Judson in Boulder, Colorado, to say that Kjersti had been in labor 4 days and now needed to get to hospital for a caesarian. But they had put all their savings into home birth with a doula and were unable to cover the cost of hospital care. My response was you have to do what you have to do and I got on the first plane out. Arlanda was in the midst of a severe snow storm, but they cleared the runway 5 snowtrucks at a time. Not so in Franfurt where they had a tiny snowtruck on one runway and all the bags were piled inside the entrance! When I arrived in Denver, I had a vague idea of which hospital they were at but at that time our cell phone coverage didn’t include the US. My bags hadn’t arrived due to a snow storm in Frankfurt. And of course no US phone connection. When I arrived at Denver I took the shuttle from the airport to the hospital that they thought they would be at, asked for Kjersti Webb and was shown to the room where Kjersti and Judson were just getting to know their new little daughter. What a trip! As soon as I heard how much it cost to breathe the air at the hospital, I suggested we take off to their home, which we did and Kjersti and Zuni continued to be cared for by the doula.
Skype was created by 2 young swedes, just in time for our family to use for births deaths and marriages! We used it right from the start so my parents could take part at the reception when Kjersti married Judson. We could be at the moments when our grandchildren sat up, learnt to crawl, walk and talk bridging the gap from Sweden to Colorado and making it easy to be close even though miles apart. We even used skype at my mothers funeral so that her sisters in Norway could be a part, all dressed up in their funeral clothes!
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