I wish God could see the world the way I do.

I wish he could come down here, spend a day with me, walk around town and look at all the people that populate this place. How incredible wonderful this microcosmos of beeings really is. We would walk to the national theatre, stop by the swedish girls and get a coffee or a tea, then marvel and the flowers around the statue of Wenche Foss before we would spend a moment philospising about the works of Henrik Ibsen, as you are shure to do when you pass the massive statue of him and see his words inscribed in the street all the way down to the parliament. We would visit the newsstand on Karl Johan, and talk to the guy that always is there, always happy to help passers by with whatever they need or want. From there we would make our way down to the opera house, and on the way we would by a copy of =Oslo from the recovering drug addict that is selling it. God would surely tell him something profound and touch his shoulder, and then he would learn his name is Håkon, and that Håkon is a really compassionate person, who’s made a few wrong choices in this life, but is hoping to correct some of them before he caves under for good. Then a street performer, a musician, would get our attention with his beautiful rendition of Simon and Garfunkel’s sound of silence. We would stand and listen to him, and his little daughter would come out of nowhere and join in on the chorus. God would ask me if I know of this man, and I would say that, yes, I do know of him. He left his wife 9 years ago to travel the world, he wanted to be free and see all the things life has to offer. He left his wife and little girl because he wanted to be free, and almost lost all that he cared about in the process. Now he lives alone in Oslo, he earns his income by singing songs on the street, and he sees his daughter a couple times a week. He says he doesn’t know when his wife will forgive him, if she ever will, but at least he gets to be there now.

We would part with a hug from the old man, and we would walk on. Nodding gracefully to vendors, young boys and their girls, elderly ladies on their weekly shopping trip and to travelling monks of other religions who have come to tiger city this day. We would get caught up in a group of german cruise tourists on a guided tour, and we would shake hands with Henke and Ariel, a finnish couple here on a weekend getaway. They are newly married and are expecting their first child in a couple of months. They are as happy as ever, high on life and love itself. Living carefree in a castle built around themselves out of young and unbreakable love. God would put his hand on Ariel’s stomach, and with a faint whisper, he would speak a blessing so profound and beautiful that it can only be heard by newborn ears.

As we reach the waters edge, and the maarble majesty of the opera house, God would remind me yet again why I do what I do, and that a building such as this, surely demonstrates the greatness of mankind in a very subtle and poetic way. As we walk along the waters edge, a fisherman that never cathces fish yells at us, a good wish for wind in our sails and fish in our nets. A young couple walks by, she, clearly intoxicated, has taken of her shoes – he, well dressed in a suite that doesn’t look right for him is holding her stady as the pass down the ways into town again. We – would carry on, sneaking into Akershus fortress the backway everyone knows about, watching the lone royal guardsman on his patrol – the most symbolic of military positions this country have, a guard that is guarding nothing but history. As he puts his rifle on his shoulder and turns around to walk, I would lead God to the top of the old wall, and as the sun sets over Oslo tonight, I would say to God; look at your creation. Take a look at it, not from above where you belong nor from below where lucifer reigns, but look at this world the way we do. From eye to eye. From head to head. From person to person. Look at us the way we look at ourselves, and see, that really, all we ever do, is try the best we can.

Come down lord, and look at us the way we look at us. Come down tonight and share the world with us.

Here i am, just a simPle human being

The world we live in…

Not always and not for everyone, the world we live in is a beautiful place to be. There have been a series of suicides of teenagers in America a few months ago. According to what there was to read in the news, they were bullied heavily in school for the fact that they were gay. We tend to not see these kind of things, as we all live in such a peaceful world. And yes, compared to other countries, we do have rights (especially the one to live) and don’t have to fear suppression by the authorities. On the other hand, I am not entirely sure if the next generation of kids does grow up with the same peaceful mind that the current generations have. When you look around, you can see that the world is changing for a more radical and less open minded view. Foreigners are more and more looked at with suspicion, the right wing parties are growing and becoming more votes at elections. Whole countries saw a drastic swing to the political right at last elections.
With all this in mind, I am not entirely sure if we are living in such a wonderful world as we tend to think. So where are we going with this?
There is a project that I have been following over the past months since I learnt about these suicides in the US. It is called the “It get’s better project”. It all started as a small video campaign for tolerance and freedom for everyone and as a direct reaction on the suicides. Some really well known faces joined the campaign and recently Google also had it’s part in it. I usually would not advertise for their Chrome browser, but the video is worth showing. So here it is:

And by the way, here is a collection of countries that do have a law against homosexuality. The punishment reaches from minor fines, to several years or a lifetime in prison as well as the death penalty:
Algeria, Angola, Ethiopia, Benin, Botswana, Burundi, Djibouti, Eritrea, Gambia, Ghana, Cameroon, Guinea, Kenya, Liberia, Libya, Malawi, Mali, Marocco, Mauritania, Mauritius, Mozambique, Namibia, Nigeria, Niger, Sambia, Senegal, Seychelles, Simbabwe, Somalia, Sudan, Swaziland, Tanzania, Togo, Tunisia, Uganda, Central African Republic, Afghanistan, Armenia, Bahrain, Bangladesh, Bhutan, Birma, Brunei, Georgia (the law is no longer executed but exists), Irak, Iran, Yemen, Katar, Kuwait, Laos, Libanon, Malaysia, Mongolia, Nepal, Oman, Pakistan, Papua New Guinea, Saudi Arabia, Singapore, Sri Lanka, Syria, Tajikistan, Turkmenistan, Uzbekistan, United Arab Emirates, Cook Islands, Fiji Islands, West Samoa, Bahamas, Barbados, Grenada, Jamaica, Nicaragua, Saint Kitts and Nevis, Saint Vincent and Grenadines, Trinidad and Tobago, Chile, Guyana.

There are some countries that don’t officially have a law against homosexuality any more, but they use given law that they bend in order to still punish homosexuals (e.g. Turkey). I think we are quite privileged that we as a society have come so far. I fear that in some regions where religion has a very strong position against homosexuality, it might never be possible for the people to be really free. Let’s just see that we don’t go backwards but forward, so it get’s better.

This is my life.

Sleeping ’til the sun is high in the sky. Dreaming about the future. Eating breakfast with the best girl I know while reading the paper. Working on incredible, fantastic, boring, exciting, exhausting and extremely challenging projects. All of them at the same time. Drawing my own house. Making plans for the future. Thinking about my friends. Wishing I could fix all the worlds problems. Listening to great music. Attempting to play the piano. Planning a wedding. The best one ever. Chocolate. Red wine. A Vesper Martini every now and then. Cooking good food for good people. Enjoying the little things in life. Learning every single day. Always. Finding new places. Meeting new people and making new friends. Some not so good friends too. Sex, drugs and rock ‘n roll. Not so much the drugs and we could do with some more rock ‘n roll. Setting up a new company. Longing for my girlfriend. My fiance actually. Climbing mountains. Walking in the woods. Sleeping outdoors in summer with a starry sky. Watching clouds drift by. Eating straweberries with cream. Caviar and Vodka. Barbequing in Switzerland with Georg. Going to the theatre in London with Eyal. Answering Hendrik’s Hog questions. Building lego. Getting up way to early in the morning after staying up way too long the night before. Beeing free and cruel. Loving someone. Loosing some battles. Winning the rest. Making three mistakes in one day. Screwing up the Schnick Schnack patch plan. Fixing the Hog. Drawing trees. Photographing beauty. Sleeping nude. Holding Signhild’s hand. Kissing. Running in the high and wild grass. Forgetting to be afraid of worms and bugs. Forgetting to be afraid of anything. Thinking I should rule the world. Ruling the world. Having the best friends ever. Ever. Seeing my family. Spending time with my brother, planning some great adventure. Realising there’s always a bigger fish. Beeing the bigger fish. Saving the day. Or screwing up all the plans everyone had. Keeping secrets. Sharing them. Knowing things. Showing off. Creating just one little bit of magic. Saving someones life. Saving the world. Wishing you could all be here. Now.

This is my life. It isn’t perfect. It doesn’t have to be.

tHis is my Perfect life.

The people we are based on the responsibility we owe

I suppose the first question we should ask is do we owe responsibility to anyone or anything?

I think we do to our parents, they gave us life, fed us, clothed us, taught us right from wrong. We have a responsibility as their children to make sure they are cared for in their old age, to make sure that others do not hurt them, and to make sure that they don’t do things that hurt themselves. We have a responsiblity to the well being of our parents, if they were to steal something I would be the first to reprimand them because it would be best for them, even if they don’t think so at the time.

I think we also have this responsibility to our teachers, to our grandparents, to our friends, our communities, and countries. They do not need our blind support, our ignorant faith. If any of you were to do wrong I would be the first to call you on it, and if I was to do wrong I expect you would call me on it also, because ultimately it’s for my own good.

I, by matter of my name have a large responsibility to my country, it needs my support when it is in the right, and my criticism when it is not, not my blind faith. When Israel does something I am the first to call it on it. And finding myself increasingly in the public eye I have a responsibility to us Jews and Israeli’s in the world who do not agree with Israel’s Policies and actions. I am tired of hearing about the Jewish position being a position other than mine, I am tired of being judged for who I am by those who crave conflict, either as a Devil or an Angel.

I am Eyal Israel and I am just one person, but I have a responsibility to myself, as a Jew, as an Israeli, as a Brit, as a Director and as a Son.


Eyal Israel, and nothing more.

The life of others…

Whatever we do, whoever we meet, whatever we say, we always change the life of everyone else around us as well. Sometimes what we say or don’t say changes someone else’s life more, the longer we wait to tell the truth. I know what I am talking about from a lot of different occasions and through different situations. In the end, I still believe the truth is more important than anything else. Maybe the time to tell this truth is not always ideal and maybe sometimes we could have found a better time to do the right thing. But is there something like the right time at all? I am not so sure…

Yesterday I was talking with a friend of mine. At some point we reached a very spiritual topic. How much does the church as an institution have to do with faith? Because my belief was that those two things have become more and more separated from each other. The institution church, being the christian church, or more the catholic part of it, judges so many people on this planet. Where did the open spirit, the open mind go, that everyone was created equal?

We also came to a point when I said, I feel that I should be a good person. Because this is what I feel this is what god really wanted us all to become. But then it is such a great struggle sometimes. I want to be a good person, someone who does not judge the people in advance. Someone who is not unfair and gives each and everyone the same chance to prove that there is a special talent in each of us. And that the challenge is to find it… But then, I feel that I am far from being this person. So many mistakes done and so many still to be made… so many people hurt on my way through life. And I am not sure how many good things you have to do in order to balance out the bad things… I hope the knowledge of all of that helps me to become the person I am aiming to become…

Jumping stream of thought… As always. Good night.


We are all coming to the same point again: Who are we? What makes us who we are? And what makes us decide? What makes us find our way through life?

In the end, there is no right or wrong. Yes, I am sure, everything that happened to us up to the point of a decision will influence if not actually make the decision. But is this entirely true? Can we not decide against our own opinion? Yes, I might believe that this is the way to decide now, at this point. Based on previous experiences, the way I was brought up and the advice of other people I know what the “right” decision would be. But who says I cannot do the opposite. Just because I want to decide completely against what I believe in, because I feel this rebellion is the only way to bring me forward?

I went through a time lately when I also felt, we must be alone on this damn planet. With nothing but ourselves and maybe a few people that care. It cannot be that there is the one being, the one creature or what you want god to be called, who created all this but now gives a damn about how things go on in his/her world. I always had faith and slowly it seems I am getting back to a more normal level of faith again. I thought I could not have it anymore… but still, the question remains, why do things in this world go wrong for so many people? Be it just ourselves with our problems, which might be – compared to the ones others on this planet have to face – small, we still ask why? Why does it have to be so bad?

As an example, I know some people who seem to be a focus point for trouble and problems. If you look around yourself, you will probably find the one person, or family, that never seems to get lucky. People die, get killed in car accidents and people get seriously ill. And often there are one, two or even more of those things happening in one family. My grandma lost her youngest son in a car crash years and years ago. Her husband died of a heart attack, she survived one herself and then over a year ago her older son died of cancer after going through a seriously bad time. Although this is a tangent now (yes, I tend to walk Eyal’s way…) what I want to say is that it is really hard to believe in something like a god. Or at least in a god that is good.

But we were talking about identities. Or basically our own identity. I found a very interesting question on Friday, talking to a friend of mine: Where is this “me”? If I talk about “me” what am I referring to? Obviously we would think of the body at first. But this is not where I would locate myself. My consciousness must be located somewhere. But it cannot be the brain, it may be the result of the reactions, the electrical connections that happen in my head every second. But this lightning that goes on and on inside my brain creates something completely untouchable. You will never be able to touch your own “me”. The consciousness is something that actually cannot be measured or seen and it will never be. We will never know where the existence, OUR existence is located. But we believe that we are. We never doubt the fact that we are here. That it is “me” who is writing this here, and that it is “me” who thinks about it as well as it is “me” who decides on things. Yes, it might be difficult to believe in something sometimes. It is difficult to believe in things we cannot see. But “we” ourselves don’t really know where we actually exist. We don’t “see” each other really, we just see the physical expression through which we are able to interact with each other. But if we can believe that we are here, we exist, it could be possible something else exists, too. Although things go wrong and are not perfect. But we keep saying where people are working, people will always make mistakes. If you think about it, it is not the body who does make a mistake… it is “us”. And yet if we make a mistake, we know we did it. Maybe it is the same for god… who knows…?

God cannot be seen…. but have you every believed in something you didn’t see?


As I don’t have an idea yet what the mysterious stuff is Hans wrote about, I will just share some thoughts – well, yet again, something we have discussed quite often here – this night.

I just came back from a bar called nightflight. Besides other things, we discussed, why I once said “the world is a strange place…”. Well, it really is. In many ways. Look at how many different people live their all different lives every single day on this planet. The planet which might seem huge sometimes, but then again, how do you measure distances? Compared to the (possibly) infinite space which is the universe, our little earth is incredibly small. But we have created so many different worlds on the surface of this blue planet. Luck, destiny or the coincidences we often talked about let us all wake up in our own world every day. We open the eyes and what we see is our reality. With its own rules, rights, boundaries and chances. We all learned and accepted the way our world works. We now know what to do to be able to survive in this world. The same goes for all the other people on this planet, too. The slumdog in India also wakes up every day, opens the eyes and is faced with his/her own reality. This reality is probably completely different to ours and the rules, rights and boundaries vary greatly. But the slumdog as well as we knows how to survive in his world. This is what I mean with “the world is a strange place”. So small and yet so big. So rich and yet so poor. And whoever you will ask, nobody will ever think the world is fair. Can we actually solve all the problems … ever? Are we all designed with the little flaw that no matter where we live our life and no matter how well we are, we will never be satisfied…?

Another thing started by talking about the film “Milk”. (I can only recommend it) We were talking about how free and tolerant our society has become nowadays. Everyone has a lot of freedom here in the western world. Freedom of speech, religion, sexuality and many more are things we here take for granted. First of all, the world is not nearly as open minded as we might be here. In huge parts of the world, people get killed for believing “the wrong thing”. People are not allowed to criticise the government, their boss, their husband… In many countries of the world men get killed or arrested for being gay and even the so very liberal USA are way behind with their tolerance. In California, old-fashioned and religiously conservative groups managed to file a petition which passed last November, which does no longer allow same-sex marriage, something which was legal up to that point. Now there is a huge fight to come back to the way it was before… (if you wanna do something about this: http://jointheimpact.com/ ) All I wanna say is that we might all take a lot for granted which it actually is not. So maybe we all have to start and be a little more aware of the responsibility we all have for all the ones on the world which cannot fight for themselves. ( www.one.org )

Maybe quite a random post, but what do you expect with such a random nightflight…

Let’s go and speak out loud…!