Just a handful funny things


I just feel like sharing some funny things from Facebook with you. We need to keep laughing in this crazy world, when the going gets rough, the survivors keep their spirits high. (To quote myself, haha…)

stone henge easterisland

Isn´t that just great… haha… I actually read a few weeks ago that they actually did find out that there are bodies underneath the big stone heads on Easter Island…!! Google it if you want to find out more, can´t remember where I read it…

The big question remains. WHY did they go to those extents, of building those huge, heavy, very mysterious structures??? Fascinating. I love not knowing stuff. 🙂

Here´s a more political joke:

poor cant afford

Yeah… they have their problems, the rich…

A religious joke:
(Because to me, nothing is holy… I don´t believe in a God who has no sense of humour)

the word fuck

Ok, one more then:

rabbit god duck god

Okay, this is not a joke, but. Quite entertaining in a feel good way to us who are old enough to remember the 80s…

old tape friends of mine

This is…. more disturbing than funny, I reckon… humouristic drawings are great for telling some truths…


Let´s not forget this kind of humour. Quite intelligent, this one, actually. 🙂


And this too I dig:

raise yur standards

Okay. Let me finish up with one last poster, so this doesn´t become long.

Here´s the perfect Halloween-costume for next year! Cute as can be! 🙂

sushi costume


Puppet Theatre in Budapest


We spent a week in beautiful Budapest, 1.-6.of November. In super sunshine. Check out my post http://kaltwasser.dk/janos-mountain-budapest/ for the story on our first day there, on a walk around the Janos mountain.

The following morning, we had booked tickets for The Magic Flute by Mozart in the city´s house for puppet theatre. I don´t remember the name of the place (Hungarian names are hard to memorize, it´s a very unique language and not an indo european language like most other European languages are…)

Anyways. They have a puppet theatre performance every day in that house!

For the five of us, we paid about 500 Danish kroner, or abouts… 8o euros? Not expensive compared to in Denmark.

We were told to arrive early. And then spent about an hour waiting around in their lobby. Luckily there were many fascinating things to look at there… :

dukke i foaje mand

dukketeater pirater i skib

monter puppet shows

dronning dukke

brillejente dukke

jungelboken monter

Puppets from different plays… The Jungle book I recognized… and a queen?

The Magic Flute was a 2 d show, where the dolls were made of paper, on sticks… we were not allowed to take pictures during the performance. But I did take this one before it started:

dukketeater total

I felt so moved when I walked into that room… something about puppet show setups really get to me, I don´t know why. In my favourite film as well; “La belle histoire”, French from about 1992… there are scenes from a puppet theatre… and it totally makes me feel all… I don´t know what to call it.  Moved.

On our way out from the theatre again… I hope next time we get tickets for a show with the normal 3d puppets… and that there are no school classes that get to sit in all the front seats… I´m really looking forward to going back there one day. Unfortunately all the other shows that week were sold out.

montre på vej ud


Paris & the refugee crises


I thought I was gonna finish my Budapest posts. But. World today. Suddenly someone decides to make a massacre and focus changes.

World at war. So disheartening. Of course they will strike back. And who says all killing must be done in the middle east?

I wish we  would stop interfering with other countries. I wish bombs were banned. And guns. That people could have their local conflicts “in peace” and get at eachother with spears and swords and find out locally where to draw the imagined red lines in the sand.  Red lines drawn with imagined enemies´  blood.

Human beings are really embarressingly immature. Predators. Growling and howling for territory. And making our own species extinct for the sake of private property.

This is how I feel:

earth hug

And this:

news helpers

And this:

angel protection

I´m not really a christian. But I am. I love the teachings of Jesus. But I resent the church for its desire for power, its twisting of truth and its fear propaganda.

I am a spiritist, relating to Spirit, passed souls, spirit guides, and yes, it seems, angels as well.

Deeply inspired I am by taosim and zen buddhism. Soka Gakkai chanting too.

nature is my temple

I have written many poems about spiritual belonging… versus being a member of a religion…
Here is one from my book “Heart Matters – a round abouts and previous pieces”

About whether to practice a religion

I never practiced no religion. I need to think for myself.
Not take on a package deal of ready made belief.

Since I was 12 I´ve been reading eagerly
about death and parapsychology
about thoughts on the why are we.

Later I joined university, studied social anthropology
and organizational psychology, enjoying the learning of theory.

When I was 20 I met with zen.
Swinging my samurai sword I found my kiai.

My heart tells me my truth.
My feelings show me right and wrong.
My inner compass for conscious conscience.

There are many masters to learn from.
They all point their lights to the same One All:

LKH 2011

(I rewrote it a little here now. Very rare I do that but. My view has changed slightly. To see the original text, you have to buy my book. Hahaha… Or you can find the video version of the piece on my Youtube channel. Lene Kaltwasser Henriksen, is the channel´s name. Look for “Linking” videopoems).

mask falls off

True that. I have lost some masks the last two years. Due to my educating myself into a vocal sound therapist. (There is a whole category on this blog with that title, for more info on the subject and on my process).

Paris. My heartfelt condolances on your loss. It is my loss too. Humanity´s loss.

earth hurts everywhere

From one of the most impressive and forgiving souls I know of:


We are a world at war. I call it the 3. world war in my quiet mind.
Westerners seem to be unable to differentiate between moslems and extremist military “moslems”.
Which is very damaging. And equals looking upon every christian as being in agreement with the Ku Klux Klan, for God´s sake!

unicef wall painting

This is from a house facade in Gozsdu, Budapest:
“1 family torn apart by war is too many”.  – Unicef –
Says the text at the bottom of the beautiful image.

The refugees coming into Europe now, are fleeing from the bombs we are dropping. And fleeing from millitant extremist violent “moslem” cults. Us westerners must be able to understand this and to help our brothers and sisters who stand homeless and countryless, trying desperately to survive.

free to be decent

I can feel that I am not willing to move deeper into words about it. I have watched a documentary on Swedish tv that was made by a group of Syrians, from they decide to leave their home and until they sit in different European countries as asylum seekers. It was a very good documentary. Provided insight. Made me cry a lot. I have always had refugee friends. My first boyfriend age 18-20 was a refugee. I have listened to many stories about being in that situation. Fleeing from terror. A very difficult and painful position to be in.

I will just end this post reminding you of a very soothing, calming, joy inducing sensual impression which I think is universal to every human being on this our planet earth.
I think we all enjoy this; don´t we? Let´s remember to seek for joy and inner peace. No matter what.

smell of earth after rain


János Mountain, Budapest


Bud Johbjerget skogsti lavaAnna

This is where our week in Budapest Hungary started. We arrived Sunday evening, and Monday morning we met up with a guide that my husband knows from earlier trips to the town; Anna Soltecz. She is a music teacher who has studied the Danish language in Denmark. So she could even talk with our kids in Danish! What a luxury when abroad. A very good guide. Contact me if you want her email address!

Well she took us by metro and bus up to the Johannes mountain. On the photo we see her and our eldest daughter Lava strolling along the gravel path. The sun was shining like crazy this 2. of November Monday. The autumn leaves were swirling lazily down from the old, tall treetops. Pure poetry.

johbjerg lf ved træ

Our youngest, 3-yearold Linus-Ferdinand, soon found himself a big “sword”, which he dragged along with him for about twenty minutes before he gave up on taking it home! He is standing next to a tree that has a signpost that says that this particular tree was planted in the honour of a famous opera singer. It is a tradition they have. To plant trees in memory or honour of someone who has done something special for the city.

træ dedikeret på johbjerg

This tree was planted in honouring memory of a man who has done a lot for environmental care, Anna explained.

hul træstamme hjerte

A hollow treetrunk. Some little being could spend his or her winter quite comfortably in there…  It is kind of heart shaped, the opening, isn´t it. Quite to my liking.

udsigtstårnet total

On top of the Johannes mountain there was this tower, loads of stairs leading up to it. A tall one!

udsigt fra johbj tårn2

Here you can see how far up we were. See the people and the car at the foot of the tower, there? Quite nerve wrecking actually. Especially with my little kids running and jumping around… not that they could fall down. It just felt a bit overwhelming to keep an eye on them two whilst also keeping an eye on the view waaaayyy down there….

You can see all of Budapest from up there. 2 million people live in the city. Twice the amount of Copenhagen.

udsigt fra johbjergets tårn1

When we came back down all those stairs again (I could still feel that climb in my leg muscles the following day)!… then Anna was waiting for us, sitting enjoying the sunshine in front of a poster showing the chairlift we were going to use to come down from the mountain again… :

guide foran bilde stollift

We climbed on board. Like a ski lift. A really wonderful, soft and easy glide through the forest down the hill…. what a brilliant idea!

Lava and Anna in the chair in front of ours…

stollift turen

And then the four of us in the next one! Pretty unnerving to shoot a selfie whilst holding him on my lap and holding the phone mid air in the Johannesmountain bush. Had I dropped it there… But. Win some, lose some. Or. No risk no gain. Or something.  🙂

stollift selfie

And yes. Ofcourse I managed to make a little movie as well for you blog readers… Enjoy…. 🙂

Hehehehe…. scoundrel son of mine…. Ruining my recording… bless his cotton socks. There is a time to record and a time to just be present and put the camera away. For sure.   🙂

Well. When we came back down to earth, Anna wanted to take us to a renowned restaurant at the bottom of the mountain. It´s called Line 58, and used to be the end stop of an old tram route through town… renovated…

Here is the old tram itself, now in use as a reception office for a camping site:

linje 58 trikkevogn camping resepsjon

I just love it when people use old things creatively like that… seeing a new use for something, instead of destroying it or throwing it away… Love it.

Here´s the end station, now restaurant… Line 58… :

linje 58 restaurant

A closer one:

linje 58 restaurant closer

Alas, we found out that it was not open. It´s open Summer season and winter season. In winter, one can skate on ice just outside the restaurant… !

58 før og skøytebane

58 skøytebane

Love how they have put up old photos in that tunnel… here´s the tram back when it literally did run on horse power… :

58 horse power

And check this out; the locals seem to know how to throw a party as well. I NEED to go back to Budapest and experience its beauty in the Summer and in the winter season… both the beauty of nature and the beauty of cultural ways and traditions…

58 jenka

After we found this restaurant closed, Anna took us to another great one, but that was closed as well, either due to it being Monday or being November, she wasn´t sure. But in the end we found one that was open, and ordered the famous meat soup gulasj as well as the famous pancake dishes both sweet, and with melted cheese… a lovely meal indeed.

We walked through a shopping mall on the way to the metro home, and took this photo on our way through:

to små med mammut downtown bp

Budapest by night. Only 7 pm but. November fashion.

This was the first day of our holiday in Budapest. A fantasticly memorable day in the sun.