It is time to leave Nueva York. Tonight this heart is flying to Guatemala and the unknown. Leaving is always an intense experience. Like ending a chapter of your life to begin a new one. Being reminded of what you have gathered, what you will bring and the value of what you leave.
New York has been a rollercoaster of wonderful experiences and tough challenges. Of work, friendship, love and leisure. Of extremes. And I am thankful for all of it but the time has come to leave and to end this blog. Thank you all for reading. I have been flattered by the interest you have showed for my journey through this city. All the best for whereever you travel- far väl.
Yesterday I was at a deeply disturbing informationsession about female genital mutilation/cutting. And there it dawned upon me once again how much of my work here at the UN that has been concerned with the control of female sexuality. It is like an absurd obsession. As if the battle ground has become the female body.
In the debates of rape being used as a tactic of war in Democratic Republic of Congo and elsewhere. Where controlling the bodies of women becomes a way to demoralise and humiliate your enemy.
Or in the fact that the issue above others that keep diplomats awake throughout the night batteling over wordings is whether or not a woman should have the right to control her own childbearing.
Womens and their sexuality is described as something vulnerable that need protection under layers of clothing or as something threatening that needs to be tamed. Even so threatening that people put knifes in little girls and cut away their possibility to ever enjoy thier own sexuality.
Trust seems to be the most important aspect of human relations yet such a fragile phenomenon. My friend and source of wisdom, Rose-Marie, ones said that a close relationsship is like a room with several unlocked doors that you may never open because if you do you can never close them again. And trust is daring to leave the doors unlocked. So trust is a fragile yet precious thing and when broken it seems unmendable. Like Jens Lekman sings “what is broken can always be fixed, but what is fixed will always be broken.” But maybe sometimes what is mended can even be stronger.