13-3-1007 familiar face

We had a great mayor.

She was the best this town could have.

Our town is a combination of students, former students, inhabitants with a family history that traces back to the time our town was the first settlement in the country and people who come from abroad and from other parts of the country.
Added to the mixture are fugitives from Africa, South America, the former Balkan countries and the cultural mosaic is a fact.

When our mayor came, she decided to live among these groups, and she moved house each year.

Untill at the end of last year she decided to take it easy and made place for someone I shared the bench in church with.
How little the world is.

And how short "taking easy" can be.

Now she is the minister of national affairs, and I love to see her face on TV.

We once had a woman to woman talk when she visited a meeting that was held at the school I worked as a group leader.
She rushed to the toilets of the students and I pointed out she could have a far more decent, comfortable stay at the teachers entry, just one corridor further.
She giggled and told me she didn't mind, and I pointed out where she could find more paper.

Like we knew each other for years.

I smile when I see her on TV.
No posh toodoo, no swollen language.

Just the everlasting large sjawl to keep her warm, and the straightforward language that is understandable for everyone.

She is a role model for every young woman.
And she doesn't know.