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About Myself

My First Shoes

WarningLet's start off with a little warning: The following text is a humorous article, and if you are pressed for time, skip it. But, if you want some fun, wait for all the thumbnails to load. I have chosen some unusual pictures from various places and events. I just can't understand why everyone shows the same pictures. Paris: everyone shows the Eiffel Tower, Vienna: everyone shows Schönbrunn, Holland: everyone shows the dams. Why?


In the Beginning
  London, Vienna, Paris, Menton
  Iceland, Holland, Bahrain

Lübeck, Germany, Switzerland
The U. S., Östersund, Sweden
Helsinki, Finland
Rovaniemi, Finland
  Applied Science Fiction
  PDI/1: Elektromagnetic gun
  PDI/2: Spoon Accelerator

  PDI/3: Maglev Transporter
  Ahrvid Engholm
  Late-late history
  Pick-nicking on an ICBM Silo
  The Devil's Museum in Kaunas
  Science Fiction


In the Beginning

I was born in 1956. After that, nothing happened for a few years.

I have vague memories of myself as five or six years, getting old radios from my father, sitting on the slope outside the house, investigating their contents with hammers and other weaponry. The loudspeaker cone paper was especially nice to tear up.

The next bright memory is the chemistry lessons in junior high, and the one lesson that comes clearest to my mind is the day when the teacher pulled down the blinds and demonstrated oxygen-hydrogen gas in 25 litre plastic bottles on his desk. It banged and thundered, and long, yellow flames hit the ceiling. That awoke my interest for chemistry.

The next stop in my life was Swedish “gymnasiet” (~senior high school). I was probably a timid pupil, but it would be wrong to say that the name Städje passed unnoticed during my four years at the Västergårdsgymnasiet in Södertälje. Me and my friends were good-hearted. We did not pour butyric acid in the air conditioning system (because the air went the wrong way, so to speak) and we exploded no bombs on the school premises.

But we did do other things: we had our own “transmissions” over the loudspeaker system (not popular), found a hovercraft someone had built out of vacuum cleaner motors and hovered around the corridors, we started the tradition of having a tug-of-war with the other senior high across the Södertälje channel every year (the losing team had to jump in the sluice basin), we started the school magazine Watt-Anna Kuriren (after Watt-Anna, Water-Anne, a poor Södertälje woman from the turn of the century, carrying water for the rich families) and also started the tradition of having school revues at the last day of each spring semester.

HP 25Sometime around my third year of senior high, calculators were available, and allowed, in school. I waged the enormous sum of SEK 800 and bought an HP-25. Having a Hewlett-Packard you used Reverse Polish Notation and demonstrated you were a real technician, and not one of those students of the natural sciences who needed an “=” to understand that the equation was finished. One of the first owners of a calculator at scool was our Mechanics teacher. He had a Sinclair, the kind that could use powers of ten, and that you had to solder together yourself. Everyone in the classroom tested it, and when I got hold of it I tried a 1/0 and the calculator broke. Of course HP handled the situation correctly, showing an “Err” on the display.


We made school revues, some sort of music hall, my friends and me. I don't know how I succeeded, but I probably have a lot of persuasive power, and I managed to borrow the biggest theatre in the town, complete with crew and all equipment for free, for one evening.

School Revue in Södertälje 1976This is a stage shot, with the whole cast appearing, from the 1976 revue. I am at the grand piano. The picture was originally black and white, but I have colorized it. We were two friends, who spent several weeks writing the lyrics. Then we found an orchestra with some happy musicians, and, without much rehearsing, and probably because of the theatre crew's great experience, we got the show on the road in the end, anyway.

First Charmer and Prima DonnaAll theatre companies have their Prima Donna and First Charmer, and so had we. This is Lars-Göran, testing his physical strength on Marie-Louise. Lars-Göran played saxophone and was a joker in general. Later in life, he made a computer-related invention and became product manager at some big American company dealing with data storage. Nowadays he has his own company. It seems we all go down the same road. Marie-Louise had a divine voice, but I don't know what happened to her. All I know is that she went to the Mozarteum in Salzburg.

We got good reviews in the newspapers, and the school management gave me flowers at breaking-up day. The called me “Primus motor” and something more, and I was very embarrassed. But now, twenty years later, when I listen to the tapes, I wonder if we were really sane. I specially remember that the grand piano had sharp corners on the keys, and that my fingers were bleeding after the show.

I managed one final practical joke before I left my torn and tattered school: I disassembled an oscilloscope in electronics class, and changed the X-deflection leads, so that the electron beam swept from right to left, and not from left to right as normal. I reckoned newcomers, not used to oscilloscopes, wouldn't notice this from the start, but as they progressed and started doing detailed analysis of wave shapes, there would be some very surprised faces. A joke I can recommend.

My school years finished happily with Intel inventing the microprocessor, and I could build my first Intel 8080 kit, the last year at senior high.

Programming Shool

My educational career continued with a university degree in programming. That's where I learnt to type on a keyboard, because we programmed in COBOL on an IBM keypunch. After everyone had gone home, I usually remained, hacking my punch cards.

The school also had a mini computer of the Alpha LSI brand, featuring 32 kilobytes of core memory and some 20 MB of hard disk, on which we made our first, fumbling assembler attempts. At other times the machine usually ran multi-user BASIC. Today a PC has at least 32 megabytes of primary memory, but seldom takes more than one user at a time.

A friend of mine, who was actually in military service at the time, sometimes came to us in his spare time and used our Alpha LSI to learn programming. He was slightly too good. One morning he had found a command that erased the hard disk. We started off the morning with a long lesson in some other classroom and my friend had to read the whole BASIC-book fast as lightning, and after some two or three hours he had learnt enough to be able to restore the hard disk, without resorting to assembler. No one ever noticed anything. He was lucky all the files were contiguous!




Since the time I had my first electron tube, I have had electronics in my blood. I still very well remember my first attempt to build a crystal receiver. It was some 30 years ago. I went to a radio shop and bought “a capacitor”. Aha, of what value? asked the technician. I had no idea, but he sold me a tubular ceramic capacitor. But alas, the design failed, because I didn't understand how to wind coils.

Radio towerAnyway I advanced fast. In junior high, I learnt how to build simple amplifiers and in senior high everyone was building Hi-Fi. Me and a friend started designing a power amplifier and sold the schematics. Some time later high frequency came into my life, I became a radio amateur and took the call sign SMØFIX - Sugar Mike Zero Fox India X-ray. For some short period of time, a Swedish postal order company sold microwave stuff, APX-6 surplus Identification Friend or Foe units from the American Air Force. First we thought it was a typo in the catalogue: “Transceiver 1.5 GHz.” Perhaps it should have been “MHz?” we thought, ordered the units and expected to get medium-wave transmitters.

Microwave ampPleasant feelings arose when we disassembled the units and really found microwave cavities and lighthouse triodes. After having fast become autodidacts at twiddling microwave transmitters and built the loveliest helical antennas, we could communicate at several hundred meters distance in the 1.2 GHz microwave band. Maybe not very much of radio communication, but it saved our exam project in senior high. The picture shows the schematics of a power amplifier for the microwave band I also tried my hands on. Later I gave my set to an amateur radio astronomer.


The most exotic ham shack I have ever visited, was when I was -LY, that is in Lithuania in 1993. On the top floor of a 12-storey community centre (with a broken lift: “Njet rabota”) an amateur radio club had taken residence. I had noticed the antennas on the roof earlier, but this night I heard some mysterious UHF noise in the corridor. I ran fast out into the corridor and found a guy testing a handheld transceiver for the 2-metre band.

Ham club in VilniusI introduced myself as a Swedish radio amateur (probably the first foreign radio amateur he had seen after the fall of the Soviet Union in 1991) and he invited me open-heartedly to his shack. The place was full of old Russian military surplus. My heart jumped several extra beats. Receivskij and decodskij, and a terrible, homebrewed 2 kW short-wave power amplifier. The screening consisted of chicken wire. Thou taketh what thou haveth!

I couldn't understand what was on all the scales and knobs, but encouraged by his “Please, operate”, I twiddled a little here and there and made contact with an Englishman. The Englishman was also excited about a QSO from Lithuania, and so my day was saved. Later, all the Science Fiction enthusiasts who had originally invited me, came and found me, but at that time I was way to far sunken into the short-wave noise, to notice them.

But, what is left for radio amateurs today? Those who are not completely taken in by their radio equipment, or deal with something very exotic (like earth-moon-earth or comet-bouncing) have got alternatives. The short-waves were fun and worked sporadically, but today we have the Internet. The 2-metre and 70-centimetre people who use their handheld sets in their cars in the big cities, where there are repeaters, which work most of the time, nowadays have mobile phones, which work (slightly) more often.

Myself, I pity this development. The pioneering work that the radio amateurs did for our society has not been wasted, but the kind of development possible in the radio field today is so expensive, that few radio amateurs can afford it.

My workshopThe microcomputers came into my life in the 1980's. I have built things with Intel 8080 and 8086, as well as some Motorola. The picture shows what my electronic workshop looked like at the time. The big picture shows, from the right, a stack of racks, from above, a standing power supply, below this two black boxes: an eight inch and a five inch floppy drive, below them an open rack unit containing the expansion bus with various extra circuit boards, and at the bottom, the CPU box with its orange LED's, showing the status of the address and data buses. The blue keyboard is homebrewed.

To the left, we see an oscilloscope that we used as a monitor. Ordinary monitors commanded astronomical sums at the time. Continuing left, we see standing an ASR 33 from Teletype Corporation, the kind of printing terminal that has lent its name to all “teletypes” henceforth. It rumbled and rattled but it worked well and printed nicely on paper, at some 11 characters per second! On top of that you could punch paper tape on it. Above it, you see the component storage. Further to the left, you may catch a glimpse of the right half of my homebuilt 8086 computer. You see it better in the small picture, where, in the foreground, you also see an eight inch floppy disk.

Today it is probably impossible to buy a capacitor in a radio shop...


Ufos?As developing and enlarging of black and white film and paper is so simple, it is something one could (and should) start doing at young age. I inherited my grandfather's darkroom equipment, and started nagging on my mother for blackout curtains. I was the one who always came dragging my camera and lights to all school parties, making group photos, and soon enough they wouldn't let me in with my bags of cables and lamps.

When I was older, I got a stronger economy and could change to colour photography and commercial development (see also the Gallery page). I have sold some framed enlargements to art clubs at various companies. What do you think is in the picture? UFOs landing? An invasion from an alien planet? Actually, it is street lamps in fog. But, everything grows boring: nowadays I mostly use PhotoShop and a scanner.


My parents forced me to take piano lessons in primary school, and I can assure you, it was no jumping for joy. Much later I understood the fun of improvised music and started playing jazz, voluntarily. The most traumatic experience I have ever encountered in the world of music, was the day when my father forced me to go to Södertälje Church to listen to something strange, that I didn't want to hear: “The Messiah” by Handel. They gave us text sheets, so I could follow the text. “Aha,” I thought, “with this speed it will all be over soon, and we can get out of here,” but to my unspeakable horror I discovered that the choir was repeating the text, over and over again!

J. S. BachFather's archive of old 78-rpm's contained a lot, and soon I was travelling in the wonderful world of music. I sniffed at various things, but soon I became stuck to Father Bach. Johann Sebastian Bach, this universal genius of music, in front of whom everyone else fades, Mr. Handel too. Bach handled all genres and all styles and he will never ever become boring. He can get rough-tough, tragic, softly romantic or flowing danceable. Why care for anybody else? Johann Sebastian has it all.

So, it may not seem strange that the first record of electronic music I bought is the one I cherish the most: Walter Carlos' “Switched-on Bach!”

Ralph LundstenAmong the contemporary, now living musical artists, it is only our own grandfather of synthesisers, Ralph Lundsten that I find it worth the effort spending listening time on. He masters the art of always being “new” and never repeating a melody to make it boring. Furthermore, our Nordic nature stands very clear in his music. You'll find a link to his home page here. There, he can boast about himself.




London and England have always been close to my heart. The English is a special kind of people, kind, helpful and very English in general (at least the ones I have met). How many times I have been to London, I cannot remember.

Playing pianoHowever, the first time was in 1980, when I went there with my programming class. Among others, we visited the company Logica, which had designed a graphic display system with the latest circuits from Intel. We were shown the fast (green) vector graphics and we were duly impressed.

We also went out to ICL's large complex somewhere outside London, and saw their big hall used for final inspection of mainframe computers. I had never seen so much cabling in one and the same place. We were only allowed to walk around the immense hall in corridors and view the goings on through panorama windows. The corridors housed the communications equipment, and I especially remember the enormous amount of ASR 33's. In the evening we went to Music Hall and after the performers had finished, I asked the management if I could be allowed to play a few songs. They had nothing against it, and there's where this picture comes from.

It sometimes rains in London. There is some truth to the expression "it rains cats and dogs". That's exactly what it did one day in 1981, as a friend and me were walking in the area around Waterloo Station. Suddenly we were attacked by rain so forceful the umbrella was rendered useless. It rained straight through. People came rushing up from the subway station close by, because it was filling up with water. The streets were flooded.

Wet WaterlooWe took refuge in Waterloo Station. Inside, people stood, contemplating their wet clothes. Everything was dry, until a glass pane in the roof broke, and a thick jet of water landed in the middle of the ice-cream stand. The exposure time of this picture is too long to make the water stand out clearly, but you can see the cloud of water around the freezer. The upper insert shows the ice cream man, the one under the parasol, rushing towards his freezer, that is quickly filling up. The lower insert shows and elderly lady on her way out from the waiting room, hurtling herself backwards to avoid the water jet (motion blur). Also note the disturbed faces in the room behind her.

No rubbish hereThere are lots of things to tell about London: the wonderful little electronics shops along Edgware Road, Shepherd's Pie and all the lovely things on the pubs, lying on your stomach, doing nothing, in Hyde Park, bathrooms with wall to wall carpets but without a drain, and so on, but I will refrain from that. Let it suffice to recall the following conversation, which I happened to overhear at Foyle's, the world's largest book shop. A customer was asking a shop assistant something:

- “The Meaning of Life?” That will be the Philosophy section over there, Madam.
The customer says something more.
- Aha, “The Meaning of Liff!” That's the humour section over there!

St Paul's Cathedral That St. Paul's Cathedral made it through the Second World War bombings, is a miracle. It's a building that I can see over and over again. This is what the ceiling looks like. Isn't it nice?

Wien, Wien, du schöne Stadt

Undertaker's museumMy doings in Vienna has become quite extensive lately, so the Vienna-isms are now located in a Vienna Gallery.

Paris, France

The third Arc of Triumph, the Arc of Technology The French are hyper-monumentalist-mathematicians, and the most striking example must be the three triumphal arcs in Paris. Louis XIV little arc stands on the yard of the Louvre, and at the Place de Gaulle stands L'arc de Triomphe that was built by Napoleon. If you draw a straight line through them it will traverse the Champs Elysées and if you end the line in what was earlier only a dirty workers' suburb, but is nowadays a gleaming giant city of office palaces, La Villette, you find yourself at the third arc, the Arc of Technology.
A cubic building, enlarged proportionally to its distance to the two other arcs, it looks like a lying down, square white tube, 40 floors high. Along its inside runs a glass lift, suspended in what seems to be only a couple of wires. A triumph in vertigo. But the view was beautiful from the roof.
I could go up, but refused to go down 40 floors in this glass can. I had to call a guard.
- Un vertige? After lots of talking in walkie-talkies we could descend in the inside lift.

Menton, La Tourbie, and Éze, France, Ventimiglio, Italy

Monsieur Städje se trouve dans le douche I had the shameless luck of living two weeks in a luxurious villa in the small French mountain village La Tourbie on the French Côte d'Azur for free, with a BMW at hand, very useful for skimming up and down the hairpin roads. On one side of the mountain we had a fantastic view over the Mediterranean, and on the other a steep slope down to Monaco. In the evenings we had fantastic storms coming from the Meditrerranean and the high-voltage lines hanging freely for several kilometres over the valley, destined for Monaco, very often struck each other, giving off fantastic flashes as a result. Not so fun for the Monegasques, though. That's French, not having any insulators. We also drove past the Italian border to the market in Ventimiglio. Picturesqe, yes, poor, yessss.
A bowl I bought in Eze Éze is a little mountain village, or rather a medieval castle hanging on a mountain side by the Mediterranean coast. A gigantic tourist trap, where most things are “hand made”. We visited a small café, hanging on the outside of the wall over a deep abyss. If I had dropped my coffee cup, or indeed myself over the fence, there wouldn't have been much left 200 metres later. Close by the village is a cactus garden that is quite nice, too.


Strokkur geyser, Iceland There are lots of beautiful things to show from Iceland, but I allow myself to show the same thing as everybody else, the Strokkur geyser. I was on Iceland to install an optical reader at the Postgirostofan (the Icelandic Postal Giro), but that was over and done with rather fast and I could use the rest of the week for natural studies. When I had installed the machine, blown up a few IC's and driven around the streets of Reykjavik in a cross-country jeep to find some new ones, I had a look at the Icelandic population records, just for fun. It turned out to be sorted according to people's first names, because almost all women are named Gudmundsdottir, Gudmundsdottir, Gudmundsdottir, Gudmundsdottir...
The Icelanders were amazed that the weather was good for a whole week, that week when I happened to be there, but really I was in bad luck, because only one week before a sprunka, a crack filled with lava, had opened just as a scientist stepped on it (he had to run), and one week later Mount Hekla erupted.


KreuzensternI happened to be in Rotterdam in Holland just as the Tall Ships Race was about to start. The picture shows the Russian sailing ship Kreuzenstern, a fantastically beautiful boat. The Rotterdam harbour in itself is a fantastic structure, some 20 kilometres long and full of boats, cranes and containers all the way.

Self playing orchestraHolland is the promised land of self-playing instruments (like Switzerland, but in Sweden we always think of Holland) and in Utrecht you'll find the “National Museum from Musical Clock to Street Organ,” in which we saw a number of fantastic machines from the previous century. The first picture shows an automatic orchestra, a combination of organ, various drums, xylophone and more. It played from a cardboard tape 30 centimetres wide and when it started, it was so loud that little children fell backwards from the euphony.

Player pianoThe next picture shows a piano with a violin attachment. Player pianos may not be very unusual, but the violin was quite interesting. Actually there were three violins, encircled by a continuously rotating, continuous bow. When a violin should sound, it was pressed against the bow, and a number of pneumatic fingers on its neck pressed the strings down. A masterpiece in wood and horsetail.

Self playing saxophoneThe last picture shows a self-playing saxophone, a personal instrument. Note the clockwork box that drives the music roll. Also note that the Q.R.S. company that made the music roll, still exists and still makes some hundred thousands of rolls per annum, for various mechanical self-playing instruments.


Together with a friend I went to Bahrain, an autonomous country on a little island in the Persian Gulf, connected to Saudi Arabia by a long motorway bridge, to find out if there were any good jobs there. The conditions were wonderful for us westerners, no rain ever, no taxes, free hospital care, and the price of a hamburger was about 50 pence. Although not so wonderful for the poor, immigrated Indian guest workers...

Mosque, BahrainManama University, BahrainThere were no good jobs, but there were lots of exciting things to see. Let's start with the monuments. The first picture shows the largest mosque in Manama, the Al Fateh, a monument to which even I, an inveterate heathen, fall in due deference. Something of the most beautiful I have ever seen. The next picture shows the gates to Manama University. Try outdoing that if you can, Stockholm University. And this was only the door!

Spice shop, BahrainThe Bazaar! This very word brings a fragrance of mystique to us shopping-centre-lulled boring-Swedes. You expect flying carpets and 40 robbers in pots in every corner, but that's not the way it is. The Suk, the Manama bazaar, was a veritable jumble of microscopic shops, selling everything between heaven and earth, mostly imported low price stuff from East Asia, about the same mixture of goods as you can get in the postal order catalogues “fantastic offers” at home in Sweden.

There were cloth-shops filled all the way up to the ceiling with wonderful silk, and a little old lady in one corner with a sewing machine, the Gold Street showed rows upon rows with little shops selling gold, gold and more gold. And finally, the mystique of the Orient itself: the spices. The picture shows a typical spice shop, with pepper, curry, paprika, fennel, tamarind et cetera, in small, nicely made pyramids. The Arabs around me started laughing as I was focusing my camera, and wondered why I wanted to photograph a shop with no one in it.

Indian music cassetteThe Indian music shops deserve to be mentioned specially. Film music is a big thing for the Indians and with such a large contingent of Indians in the city, there were lots of shops where you could buy only music cassettes with Indian film music. A typical shop would be the size of an ordinary Swedish kitchen, but would have the walls dressed from floor to ceiling with music cassettes. Not one millimetre wasted. At the desk was the shop owner pirate copying like crazy. In the window, the typical Indian film posters: Baaad, big, strong thing with a cudgel, threatening a woman, praying on her knees. In the background 1 pcs. hero comes running with a gun. Pretty fun music, for a while.

Night scene, BahrainWithout clouds, the evenings will always be beautiful. This picture is taken from inside the Suk towards a square outside. Not bad, if I may say it myself.

Lübeck, Germany

Niederegger marzipan The promised city of marzipan. If you, as I do, like chocolate and marzipan, Lübeck is the obvious holiday resort for you. Massive amounts of beautiful churches and other sights, and the Niederegger chocolate factory. The memory I cherish most from Lübeck is the one-pound marzipan loaf with Grand Marnier they sold in the hotel lobby, one of the best applications for Grand Marnier I've ever seen, apart from drinking it straight. We bought it and ate it before the elevator had reached our floor.
Lübeckian junkpile “Lübeck was full of junk”, my friend Nils commented this picture. Of course, it doesn't do Lübeck justice, but it sure was strange to find a dump in the middle of the city.
Lübeckian drunkard Commerce was a-bustling outside the Raathaus (City Hall) and lots of people passed all the time. One who didn't pass, but rather had passed out, was this gentleman. He was finished passing for today, thank you. Very close to this spot was the Raathauskeller restaurant. Perhaps he had been there? I could go on showing a lot of pictures of churches and stained glass windows. But I won't. Instead you might want to watch the Lübeck pictures in the Photo Gallery.



Apart from attending courses in Switzerland, I travelled around in the Alps some. Among other things, I went by mountain railroad, you know those that pull themselves forward by cogwheel. The train departed from Montreux, the city everyone probably remember from the European Song Contests. It looks just like any industrial city. The train went up to Gstaad, the winter-show-off city of the rich. Gstaad looks just like a scene out of the Sound of Music. It was here that James Bond blew up a restaurant in the film "Diamonds are Forever". The beer mugs and beefs were quite large.

Swiss alpsOn its way up, the train ran into a cloud. It was like going through milk. After some time we came out of a tunnel, far above the clouds. To the right was the most beautiful mountain view I had ever seen, and I have never heard so many camera shutters go off at the same time. I took some pictures too. The picture above left was black and white, but I colorized it later, in PhotoShop.


Lausanne, grassAn unusually relaxed evening picture, made on a hill outside Lausanne. I don't remember any more why I was on that hill at that time, maybe it was because the others were out for a bit of a wee-wee. I decided to go on a photo safari instead.

The U. S.

Silicon Valley. Squeeze in! For some reason I have always ended up in Californa in the U. S. But, the weather is good, the hamburgers big and people are friendly. I have made a few trips now, and they have got their own, Californian Gallery.

Östersund, Sweden

I spent one short holiday in the town of the Swedish national composer Wilhelm Peterson-Berger, Östersund. We made the compulsory excursion to Frösö Island and walked on his summer meadow, saw all the meadow flowers and found out where he got his inspiration from. We were at his Frösö Church too. Everything was calm and wonderful.

But, what made the deepest impression on me, was the open air museum at Gudmundstjärn in Indal. The farm at Gudmundstjärn was one of Sweden's last self-subsistent households when it was abandoned in the 1940's. The people living there, Tjärnfolket, had been resident, worked, built and strained at the same place for 165 years, almost completely isolated from all civilisation, from the 18th century all the way into the 20th century. We were told the history of the self-subsistent household at Gudmundstjärn and the extremely hard life these industrious people were forced to live for several generations. It is more or less impossible to understand their hardship and the enormous energy they had. They built their houses themselves, their sawmill, their machinery, their ovens etc.

Sara Lena NilsdotterThe woman Sara Lena Nilsdotter (1833-1928) who lived until she was 95 years, must have been a remarkable person. Despite having her hand molested by a harvester, she worked all her life. She built the oven of the house, she built her own loom et cetera, et cetera.

The unfathomabillity of this situation is too big for me to continue telling. If you can read Swedish, please buy the book “Tjärnfolket” by Hans-Olof Jonsson (ISBN 91-7260-653-3) and read for yourself.

Helsinki, Finland

Sibelius' monumentHelsinki is a beautiful city, one that should be visited often. It has not been torn down and modernised like Stockholm. The department stores are more elegant, and the Fazer chocolate restaurant has no counterpart in Stockholm. The Helsinki railway station is beautiful, as distinguished from the one in Stockholm. This picture shows me at the monument of the Finnish national composer Jean Sibelius. Maybe you think I don't show him enough respect? Do you have to show respect at national monuments? Can't I like Sibelius' music anyway?

There is more about Helsinki in the Finnish Gallery.

Rovaniemi, Finland

After having spent 13 hours in a sleeping train from Stockholm, we reached Boden (far north of the arctic circle). Deep snow. Deserted. Very fun. A few hours by car, and we were in Rovaniemi. It looked like any other large city, except for the snow sculptures along the main street. One day we were supposed to be alpine tourists and go snowmobiling. After that, I had no problems understanding why there are so many snowmobile accidents in the Swedish alps every year. A snowmobile weighs about 200 kilos and runs 110 kilometres per hour. You sit completely unprotected, and if the snowmobile turns over, you become squashed. And since the policemen are thinly distributed up there, people drive like crazy. So did we.

The Fins assert for sure, that Father Christmas lives in Rovaniemi, and our first stop was the Father Christmas Village, built especially for the American tourists, which is a shopping centre in the middle of the forest with a little Christmas touch and nothing more. Why the Americans fly the Concorde up there and go shopping, I just can't understand. It probably has something to do with marketing...

Reindeer driver's licenceThe next stop was a “genuine” Lappi village. If you could manage to hang on to a reindeer, sitting on a plank at full speed, you got a reindeer drivers license. (I have purposely made my signature unreadable, because I don't want it spread around the Internet. Except for that, it's genuine.)

Having been shown the touristified Lappi village and gone sleighriding down a hill as all the other tourists, we had the opportunity to experience something different, something outstanding.

The shaman, the village magician, took us to a special ceremonial teepee, where we took part in a fertility ceremony. Reindeer's milk mixed with powdered reindeer horn is said to give better potency and the like, and we fidgeted a little, the ladies giggled, worried, wondering what would happen at the hotel later in the evening. The shaman rose and went around to all of us, offering the sweet milk, and from everyone who drank, he cut a little snippet of hair with his Lappi knife.

Then I had shivers down my back, because I suddenly understood the ancient magic and how life worked in the Lappi village. The chief had power over daily life, and could judge and rule over life, while the shaman had power over life and death. Just as he could cut a snippet of my neck hair, he could have cut somewhere else, to show his power over death. In the old days the shaman of course was omnipotent.

The shaman read some ceremonial words over the hair snippets, and we could get out into the Lapp country again. I definitely gained something by that experience.



2001 Of all the films I have seen, only one stands as clear in my mind as the day I saw it for the first time: Stanley Kubrick's “2001: A Space Odyssey.” I have probably seen other films, but they have all disappeared in the mist of time. The “2010” was a joke in comparison, with way too many pushbuttons. Stanley Kubrick and Arthur C. Clarke showed us the beauty and mystique of a completely alien civilisation, while other film makers prefer to shoot them to smithereens.


“Fahrenheit 451” was the first try with a new and heavy drug, which I haven't been able to free myself from later: Science Fiction (SF).

SF conventions are something you can not avoid, if you devote your life to SF. Being a technician, I initiated the build-up of the Swedish peanut defence, the PDI (Peanut Defence Initiative), a techno-heavy competition, which was held on various SF conventions in Stockholm, for a number of years. This competition, which of course had its roots in some similar tradition in the US, was all about transporting a peanut (with outer shell) 2 metres in the most high tech possible way. Of course you could just throw the nut by hand, but you would loose lots of points for style.

Applied Science Fiction

After SAFA (the Swedish Academy For Algorithm research) decided to take part in The Great Peanut Race, we won the competition every year, until we left it. We left because the technological effort needed to outdo the technological effort from last year, finally became to great. Other participants tried less high ranking technological methods, such as shooting the nut taped to a firework rocket (indoors, it flew in under someone's skirt), run it on a model railway, spurt lots of nuts through a big fan, and shoot a peanut with a town gas explosion (PET bottles are strong).

PDI/1: Electromagnetic Gun

SAFAs first effort, the PDI/1 (Peanut Defense Initiative), consisted of an electromagnetic gun, with which we, using energy stored in a battery of capacitors, shot a projectile made from a plastic bottle wound with a copper coil, out of a magnet taken from an old disk drive belonging to a mainframe computer. We had a bang and a flash, and the two metres were covered without problems.

PDI/2: Spoon Accelerator

For the NASACON 1988 our brains gave birth to a yet more devilish method of throwing and disintegrating vegetables. The PDI/2 project was much more complicated and consisted of a big DC motor with associated drive electronics, with a spoon fastened across its shaft. With the proper control software the spoon could throw a peanut almost any distance. The night before the competition we manufactured a motorised peanut feeder, because we wanted to be able to fire automatically. After testing various feeder types, the peanut revolver emerged as the best alternative.

PDI 2 development phaseShown here is some heavy development work going on, with the electromechanical part of the peanut accelerator. The author is standing to the left, and to the right is Thord Nilson, the hardware guru. As you can see, the reference library in the background is quite extensive.

PDI 2, programmingThe controller software, including a semi-graphical user interface with a menu system, synthetic speech and launch logic, was developed in only a few days on a 8 MHz 8086 PC of the Victor VPC 2 brand, a long time before sound boards, multimedia systems, production-increasing integrated development environments, Microsoft Foundation Classes and object orientation, something that would have taken any major consultancy firm several months. Sometimes enthusiasm outweighs committee meetings. It is the internationally well known programming giant Nils Segerdahl who is letting his magic fingers play on the keyboard.

PDI 2, design detailsA close-up of the peanut accelerator, showing its design details. A is the motor. B is an angular and rpm sensor used for checking the motor's speed of revolution and its exact angle of rotation. The spoon is mounted at C. D is the spoon bowl, having thrown the peanut, E, up into the air just moments ago. The stand, F, welded by the author, had to be fastened to the table, as it would otherwise fast fly away. The insert shows the peanut in the moment of flight, image enhanced to clarify its surface structure. At the left, on the stand, is a water-level. If the construction would not be entirely horizontal, the spoon would miss the projectiles. The revolver feeder is not visible in the picture.

The thrower used several different movements:

PDI 2, succesful throwConvention participants during the NASACON, beholding the winning throw. To the far left is our Swedish SF giant, Mr. Sam J. Lundwall. After our competition entry had filled up the hall with peanut shrapnel, the mass of audience cheered and awarded us the gold medal.

PDI/3: The LIPAC 1600/27 Maglev Transporter

PDI/3PDI/3aThe LIPAC 1600/27, Linear Peanut Accelerator was one of the most complicated projects I have taken part in. The enumeration designates the length: 1600 millimetres, and the fact that it had 27 poles. In just one night SAFA built a maglev railway. Of course, it helped to have all the resources of Atlas Copco's development department at hand, but anyway, getting a 1.5 metre three-phase linear motor together, with your bare hands, in only one night, is not bad. The pictures show the moment of competition, while a friend of mine is handling the equipment, and yours truly describing its virtues from the stage, using laterna magica. There is more information available, if you follow the link to SAFA.


Tolkien knightTolkien, AredhelAfter having received severe Heinlein damage in younger days, and the doctors declared I had Arthur C. Clarke's syndrome in my right brain hemisphere, I found The Lord of the Rings. After that, it was all over. We started Haradrim, the Tolkien & Fantasy Society of Södertälje, Sweden. Since then I am a Tolkienist.

Human pyramidEyes-box for AngmarAs often as possible, I try to visit all the parties of the other Tolkien Societies around the country, but probably with happiest heart the yearly Angmar (The Tolkien Society of Malmoe, Sweden) Beechwood Fiest. You go there to live in tents under primitive conditions, collect around the campfire to sing Tolkienistic songs, have a beer in the forest discotheque (the animals of the forest, on the other hand, probably stay far away) and during the finishing ceremonies, try to come out on top of the other societies invited, in giving the most ingenious present to the High Council of Angmar. Presents making holes in the roof and walls are accepted, but the Council has voiced a wish that they may never see the same prank in the future. The first picture shows the Malmoe, Södertälje and Stockholm Tolkien Societies engaging in destructive testing of the H.C. Andersen statue at Råhuspladsen (City Hall Square) in Copenhagen after a very successful Beechwood Fiest. You can make out the hat and one shoulder. The next picture shows the bold knights Foogol and Adil of Haradrim demonstrating an Eyes-box, a gift for the High Council of Angmar, a microcomputer controlled miracle with eyes of various colours, blinking and pulsating in a threatening manner whenever the box is opened.

Tolkien gatheringEvery spring, Forodrim, The Stockholm Tolkien Society and others, parade through the streets of Stockholm in a festivity called The Gates of Summer. Usually some one hundred people show up, dressed in full Tolkien costume, often led by a bagpipe band and mounted police, parade through the most popular shopping streets of the city, to the tourists' great amusement. We walk on to the Royal Djurgården Park and sit down by the statue of Bellman (a great poet from the 18th century) to consume our rations, fight with mace and perform other enjoyabilities. Haradrim holds the right flank in the picture. But of course we don't drink any alcohol this day. That's not allowed in the Royal Djurgården.

Russian Lord of The Rings, front coverMiddle-Earth, mapA rarity, the very first official print of The Lord of The Rings in Russian, published in Lithuania in 1991 (ISBN 5-7183 0003-8). The Lord of The Rings had been “published” earlier as typewritten samizdat, in a least three, not very good translations. The Communist Party had the book banned, because they could not tolerate a book about any other country than the Soviet Union, and Mr. Tolkien was definitely no good Communist. The next picture shows the map of Middle-Earth in Cyrillic. I have translated some of the names in white letters.

Russian Lord of The Rings, first pageHere you see the very first page of the book, the one that in English begins with “When Mr. Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventyfirst birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was much talk and excitement in Hobbiton.”

Lithuanian Lord of The Rings, front coverLithuanian Middle-Earth mapPerhaps even rarer, is the first Lithuanian issue of The Lord of the Rings, printed in 1994 in Vilnius, printed a few years after the fall of Communism, when the country's economy had been restored (ISBN 9986-02-038-7). The work contains only the First Book, because Andrius Tapinas only have had time enough to translate one book yet (1988). The translation is regarded as very good. The Lithuanian map shows the best part of Middle-Earth, the part with Mordor and Harad.

Lithuanian Lord of The Rings, first pageHere is the first page of the book, the same as above, for comparison. Maybe it is not very decorated or beautiful, but it's functional. It is better that people get to read this wonderful story, than not at all.

The 4:th of July 2004, or
Just when You Thought is was Impossible - a Fannish Celebrity Report

Just when you thought it was impossible, our Swedish super SF fan Ahrvid Engholm proves that book collections do indeed grow according to Moore's law, the inevitable fact that the number of books in a fan library doubles every 18 months. As Mr. Engholm's apartment looks more like a monument over fandom than a rented flat on Renstierna's Street in Stockholm, Sweden, I thought it appropriate that the world got to know how it is possible to live in perfect symbiosis with books.

Ahrvid Engholm: Editor with Eagle Eyes

There are five people in this picture: my feet, Thord's feet, Anne's arm, one more and Mona Lisa straight ahead.

4:th of July Party, a Compressed View

The Editor, Mr. Engholm himself, with his eagle eyes on the screen, erasing his opponent's criticism with a few keystrokes. "L. Ron Hubbard - Messiah or Madman" in the background

4:th of July Party, Living Room with the Fish Tank of Death

Party time! But there's been no fish in the tank for eons. Perhaps a new, anaerobic species is being created? A halfdeadophileus?
At Ahrvid Engholm's: Mysteries of the Hallway The above-mentioned Mr. Engholm hosts a Fourth of July party each July 4:th in honour of Roscoe, when we old men of SF assemble and discuss and extract memories from our brains, and extract some memory chips from computers too. It's not every day you get the privilege to enter a book jungle that would have every antiquarian fall worshippingly to his knees, asking to know the secret of how to double the amount of books on any given floor area, and I just can't withhold this surreal biblio-nautic trip from the world.

It is fair to say one is quite Astounded as one forces oneself through the front door and then sideways through what was once the hallway, gets one's shoes off and looses them in a jumble of other shoes, and, using dead reckoning, navigates to what was once the living room. Less than one square metre of floor space is what is left of the once proud living room. Monumental sculptures of video tape recorders, LP records (Yes! Analog!) rises up against the walls, as does the substance that would probably, was it ravaged by fire, cause devastation larger than the fire in Sundsvall in 1888: books. (Bibliometric note: A well-trained librarian's eye estimates the amount of books to between 20-30,000, and about the same number of periodicals. On 64 m2 it equals 781 publications/m2).

Unable to find even the smallest place to put down my bag of bheer I turn around on the spot and inch for the khitchen, and, with my mouth open in astonishment, find that the only remaining wall has also been covered with bookcases. There is not much space left for cooking, although such activities would probably harm the books. Perhaps he makes his tea under the bed? The bed material may absorb the moisture, so that it doesn't cause the books to mould.

To check this, we move, with due care so as not to knock over any stacks of books, towards the bedroom. The feeling of the massive bookcases that overcome us in there, is overwhelming But - what is this? An empty wall? The Swedish flag hanging majestically on the wall above the bed isn't just hung there for the sake of nationalistic pride, it has, as so much else in this librarians seventh heaven, a purely bibliophilical connection. Ahrvid tried to put a bookshelf over the bed, but it came loose, crashed down and almost mortally wounded our book-lover, with all its literary power. The flag hides some ugly, but heroic, scars in the plaster.

Of course, Ahrvid has had to sacrifice some things to be able to retain this fantastic treasure in his care. For example, there is hardly any space left for a dead-drunk Jussi-Ville Heiskanen to drop on, and that two travelling dwarf-size fans would find anywhere to sleepover with this very hospitable fan, who could earlier easily house a busload, well, half a busload of fans, does not seem probable any more, unless one could punch holes in them and store them in a file overnight.

A subversive fan throws mud at all the beauty of this fan-tastic book collection, with words, burning like spears through the almost holy feeling of sanctity experienced in front of a phenomenon of this magnitude, equal to UFO landings, nations being born etc: "Ahrvid would really benefit from getting married". We feel deflated. With subdued eyes and a heavy heart we turn for a last time towards the unbelievable amount of books, caress their spines like an excited librarian and snake our way out into the hallway in a wobbly fashion, to find our shoes and wander home in the night.

As the book dust has been blinked out of our tear-filled eyes the stars gleam brighter than ever before and a rocket paints a golden trace on the bright summer night. Maybe Roscoe does exist after all?
At Ahrvid Engholm's: Living Room
The hallway goldmine. Notice the baox with Aldus PageMaker 2.0! The living-room. Well... You could easily get another thousand books in there.
At Ahrvid Engholm's: Kitchen Admired At Ahrvid Engholm's: the Editor Himself in his Working Corner
Thord and Henning, having seen some coillections, are taken aback in the kitchen. In the working corner. Immortal fanzines are made here. Below the picture is a microwave oven witrh a PC keyboard.
At Ahrvid Engholm's: Treasures of the Bedroom At Ahrvid Engholm's: Obsolete Technology that May Again be Given Life
Treasures of the bedroom. Oh-oh, som free floor space. Two typewriters and two video tape recorder, technology that may never reach the skies again.


Lituanicon 92 badge

In 1992, only one year after the Soviet occupation forces were thrown out, the first SF convention we visited, was held in our, to that day completely unknown, neighbouring country Lithuania. Four merry men took the ferry to Tallinn in Estonia, rented a car, and thus started our life's enthusiasm for this (until then) white spot on our maps. There was a lot to discover.

Late-late history

Communism had started to soften already in the middle 80's, and the border states took greater and greater liberties. Vytautas Landsbergis, later to become the first democratic president, applied for Lithuania's withdrawal from the Soviet Union in 1991. The Soviet law said that the republics had their free will to withdraw their membership, but no one had ever thought of doing it, because if he tried he was guaranteed to be shot by the KGB. As there were now so many anti-Soviet currents, this article of the law was to be scrapped. Mr. Landsbergis handed in the request only two hours before the article was invalidated, and had it accepted, in full accordance with the law. You could say it was Mr. Landsbergis who finally toppled the Soviet Union.

Vilnius Parliament

In 1991 Mikhail Gorbachev received the Nobel Peace Prize. Six days later, he had his tanks rolling through Vilnius and a coup d'etat was feared. Of course, Lithuania was close to his heart (that part of his heart labelled “If you stick your chin out, I'll punch it”) because he had been the former chief guardian for the republic. He would not let the granary of the Soviet Union go to waste without a fight. The picture shows Nepriklausomybes (Independence Square) in 1992, with the Parliament House still barricaded by concrete cases, as new attacks was feared all the time. There were thousands of people around the Parliament night after night, having only their bodies to counter the Soviet tanks. At the middle of the house is a memorial for those who didn't survive.
Those who stood on the square in January 1991 were only waiting for the tanks to come rolling over them, in the old, well known, Soviet manner, or for the Alpha Squad to be deployed. It is believed that only four memebers of the squad have ever died in battle, plus a fifth who died when the squad was used to “free” the audience in the Dubrovka Theatre in Moscow in October 2002 after a group of Chechens took the whole theater as hostage, demading an end to the war in Chechnya. Alpha used a deadly gas to kill 190 innocent people, many more than the five shot by the Chechens. Alpha's only task was to save the president's face, in this case the former KGB office Vladimir Putin, using any available means.
Not that here is very much of a face to save for the man who leisurely played golf while hundreds of mariners drowned in the submarine Kursk in 2000, and that would releaase the composition of the gas used only after five days, when it was guaranteed that everyone who could tell on them, were dead.
But, as the Chechen leader said: “You don't even show mercy on your own people, why should we expect any mercy? We came here to die.”

Vilnius TV tower

The Red Army however, made the fatal mistake of fighting in front of running TV cameras, and against a very decided population. It is rumoured that president George Bush of the United States held back the Gulf War for a week, so the world would not loose interest in little Lithuania. The picture shows the TV tower in Vilnius, around which some very severe fighting between drugged Soviet tank drivers and unarmed civilians took place. In all 14 persons were shot or run over by tanks. We are standing in front of the memorials, consisting of the typically Lithuanian “totem poles” with inscribed commemorative words.

Pick-nick on an ICBM Silo

A unique image document from the ex-Soviet ICBM base in Telsiai in Lithuania. The base is closed down and deserted and all the ICBMs have been removed. At the time of this visit in 1997 one family, who would guide people around for a fee, guarded the base.

Sovjet Rocket Base in Telsiai in Lithuania 1

Of course people have been breaking in and looting the base of all loose items, but still it is easy to understand the terrible circumstances that the personnel had to live by. Everything very cramped, badly built installations, loose wires hanging from the roof and ticking, leaking atomic bombs in every hole and corrosive rocket fuel. Also notice the family sitting on the lid of the ICBM silo, check out the substandard lid and the badly smeared tar on the concrete dome. The installation decayed into this shape in only 6-7 years without maintenance. Do you think this installation would have worked if things had gone serious? And where did the Russians dump the rockets? Photo: Dangira Griksiene

Sovjet Rocket Base in Telsiai in Lithuania 2 Sovjet Rocket Base in Telsiai in Lithuania 3

The Museum of Devils

Devil in cage, Kaunas

Kaunas has a Devil's Museum. It contains the collections of Antanas Zmuidzinavicius, a man who spent his life collecting images of devils. There are riding devils, lying devils, flying devils and devils caged. Additionally there are devil's masks and devil's accessories. This museum must be completely unique, and should be visited by anyone travelling to Kaunas.

Science Fiction

SF had problems during communism, because it expressed a future other than the one ratified by the Party. No one wanted to read Communist-ratified SF. When communism disappeared, the SF clubs jumped up like mushrooms everywhere in the eastern bloc. There must have been more jumping in Lithuania than anywhere else. You will find more information about Club Dorado and Lithuanian SF here.

Ahrvid Engholm testing beer

Our trip through Estonia, Latvia and Lithuania wasn't very adventurous, apart from the navigation being severely hampered by the lack of road signs and the police force's interesting method of enforcing local speed reductions, by putting the signs down the ditch and then fining everyone who didn't see them. SF people are used to beer testing, and the Lithuanian beer was scrupulously tested. Here, the well known Swedish SF organiser Ahrvid Engholm is in an intense testing situation.
The very first convention we visited was held in 1992 in Kaunas, the country's second largest city. We reached our hotel late in the evening, and because the price was 35 pence per night, we offered to pay the whole hotel stay. But, no no, they had sponsors.

Ukrainian room party

Next evening, the Ukranians had a room party, in a not to good-looking hotel room with one lamp only. Nothing for those with weak stomachs. The grub was simple. Bang! One steady tin of canned meat. Bang-bang! A few vodka bottles with non-replaceable cap (meaning: drink it all), and black, heavy bread. But we had good fun. Drinking and toasting between us Swedes, Ukrainians and Byelorussians, people who can drink in style. Glasnost, the new openness had torn down all the old, and here was a world of new contacts. On the side-table is a carton of Russian kefir, probably for the follow-up party. In the foreground, from left are the backs of a few pioneers: Rolf Strömgren, Ahrvid Engholm, and Violeta Povilionyté, one of the female organisers. The image quality is not the best. It was made with Soviet 64 ASA film.
The convention was interesting, to say the least. We were probably some of the very few Swedes that had met with Lithuanians, Ukrainians, Latvians, Russians and other exotic nationals, in those days. To them, we were equally exotic. I felt strange inside, when during the finishing party I spoke to an elderly lady, who had probably been around since before communism. When she discovered I was Swedish, she said in her broken English:
- Sweden! Sweden! We love Sweden! Oh, I like the “Gösta Berling Saga” very much (A well known SF epic saga written by Selma Lagerlöf, a Swedish national author, sometime in the 30's).
I got a lump in my throat, and I didn't dare to confess that I had only heard of the book title, and not even seen the film. I, the uneducated rawhide. A certain measure of reverence presents itself in front of this people, which has been forced to suffer so much.

Lituanicon, Vilnius 1996

Later, many conventions have been arranged by Club Dorado in Vilnius, and I try to be present at all of them. The very last picture shows a very high-spirited moment at the after-party of the 1996 Lithuanicon. It may look just like any party, but the fact is that in this picture you can see people from Lithuania, Sweden, Poland, Ukraine, England, Rhumania, Latvia, Switzerland and Finland.
Finally, Lithuania was open to the world.

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