Lene Fogelberg Blog

Two and a half years ago, when I first set foot in Singapore, I fell in love. The warm ocean breeze coming from the green sea, the palm trees nodding gently to the soft music floating from speakers hidden in the flowers arrangements on the sidewalk, the skyline of the city pointing upwards like pi…

Summer is here! This is at least what my “body-clock” is telling me. Growing up in Sweden gives you a very precise sense for when to expect snow, darkness and cold or light evenings, birds chirping and warm winds from the ocean. It is in the way Swedes think and speak and plan the year. “We’ll go…

This week I have been thinking about balance concerning my writing. Slowly I am working out a new schedule for myself: writing during weekdays and blogging during weekends is the goal. Normally I’d be writing when my girls are in school, but I picked (of course) the possibly hardest weeks to try t…

Happy midsummer everyone! As the monsoon is pouring down, we feel right at home celebrating in the traditional midsummer rain. 🙂 Our home town Gothenburg on the Swedish West Coast is located right by the sea and the weather in the early summer tends to be unsteady, except for midsummer when it al…

Soccer is a huge sport in Indonesia. Even when traveling through the smallest village on an island you will see young boys playing soccer between goals of bamboo, shouting pretend names to each other such as Zlatan, Ronaldo, Neymar. As the boys grow up, some of them still dream of playing in the b…

Selamat sore! Good evening! Here is a picture that didn’t make it into the Gallery Backstreets of Jakarta, but wanted to join in as well. 🙂 It is amazing that this small road can be found in a city that would fit the entire population of Sweden! I love how the flowers climb the wall, the frangipan…

Yesterday I brought the camera going through Pejaten and Kemang in the south of Jakarta. These small backstreets are only minutes away from the busy main roads, but still they feel like a different world. I almost forget about the crowded streets and imagine myself in a village — the laundry hangi…

Or Things I learned from an Indonesian tile floor. No need for perfection. No need for sama-sama (the same). No need for matchy-matchy. No need for new and shiny. No need for regularity. Instead: Many different makes a beautiful whole. Function increased; you’re not only walking on the floor, bu…