The Swedish migration politics

Available through Safarkhan Art Gallery A critique of The Swedish migration politics There once was a nineteen-year-old girl from Umeå who was very gifted in the natural sciences. Already in her high school years, she was offered employment in the University’s research group in biochemistry. When she started her university full-time studies in biochemistry in …

How ‘Aida’ was created

Available through Safarkhan Art Gallery The story of How Aida was created There is an opera by Verdi that a lot of people like. Its name is ‘Aida’ and provides everything an opera can provide. Khedive Ismail wanted Verdi to write a special opera for Cairo, but Verdi had no feelings at all about modern …

The Swedish summer

Available through Safarkhan Art Gallery The story of The Swedish summer There once was a porch at an office in the north of Sweden. Some of the employees used to go there to make the most of Sweden’s few weeks of summer. Swedes have a problematic relationship with the sun during the summer. When you …

The community on the motorway

Available through Safarkhan Art Gallery The story of The community on the motorway There once was a big motorway that ran between two big cities. One day, a newly constructed museum was going to have a spectacular opening ceremony. Presidents and royalties were invited. Some roads were closed and it became difficult for the traffic …

The Swedish lunchroom

Available through Safarkhan Art Gallery A critique of The Swedish lunchroom. There once was a lunchroom in an office in a small northern town. Between eleven and one o’clock, the employees go to the lunchroom to heat their lunch boxes in one of the microwave ovens. If someone forgets their lunch box, then the others …

The analytical philosopher

Available through Safarkhan Art Gallery A critique of The analytical philosopher. An analytical philosopher sits down to study in a café. She picks up an article to read. The article discusses properties, such as blueness. The analytical philosopher leans back in her chair, sighs, stares blankly at the street, and asks: What is blueness…?