Some experiences from my youth that must be told

Some experiences from my youth that must be told

John Bjarne Grover

It seems that I have to tell a few details from early youth. In 1970-71 the family lived in Kongensgate 8 in Fredrikstad and I was victim of the school dentistry which put in four tram lines in my healthy teeth. One day elder official sister Vibeke Gröver should make her debut as dinner maker and although I think she got some instruction from the mother Ragna Gröver, she basically made the potato balls herself. I recall her expressing her preferences for potato balls probably as early as Volda 1964, so it could in principle have been her own choice. Potato balls are made from mashed potatoes and probably some flour sort of stuff and are cooked in boiling water. There is often some bacon strip inside - could perhaps be called with 'SVOR' in norwegian. The 'gray matter' in the kettle (cp 'Heimskringla') also has other names, notably 'kumpe', and I think it can also be called 'kumle' and other things. The dinner was served and the cruel dr. Gröver/'Mengele' laughed her weeping from the table with his scornful laugh.

Then in the summer 1971 we moved up to Labraaten 58. It was in probably the winter 1972-73 that I sometimes went for evening walks at the outskirts of the nearby forest and met schoolmate and (I think in some classes) also classmate Anne Skundberg who lived not so far away. My first tentative encounters with female sexuality was from the the winter darkness at the edge of the forest. When in probably the late 1973 I had my first sexual intercourse with Mona Arnesen under a bush at Torsnes, I had - probably in the mean time, probably early autumn 1973 - also met youth friend Petter Enok Skau Jakobsen - a name which could suggest that the first sexual intercourse was with Anne Skundberg and not with Mona Arnesen. But how could his name know that even before I had met Mona?

I knew Anne a little from the way to school and back - we were going to Seiersten school. I remember 'Gilbert o'Sullivan' rose to sudden popularity at that time - a name which could suggest the white ice cracking in the morning frost on small dustroad ponds.

Then I was acquainted with her elder brother Olav Skundberg - some years older, I think he was. I do not remember now the circumstances but it is likely to have been something about his sister. Olav had a 'youth room', a rebuilt car port containing record player and things like that, and we often met there. It is only today that I can spot a certain potential connection between Gröver/'Mengele's scornful laugh at the potato balls and the name of Skundberg-Olav, and the same 'kumpe' and Olav-Skundberg. No sooner had I seen this, I also discovered that there could be a certain redundancy of 'KUMPE' in the period of Clinton's presidency. Could be the phenomenon is widespread in politics generally, but I notice such phenomena as the probably gray-matter 'Kursk' floating in Murmansk waters when it was forked by a torpedo, and the 'Chinese embassy' as a possible 'C-hinese EMBA-sy' in Boilgrade. Clinton's vice president Al Gore could of course be seen in connection with the 'garage', the rebuilt 'car port'. There was one evening there with my class mate Lore Diab and her friend Mona Arnesen (could be that is how I met her) - and was even the third friend of theirs Astrid Johansen present? I think she was perhaps not.

I have no opinion on the idea that 'Vidar Lönn Arnesen' - a famous name from norwegian radio and pop music in those days, with mentometer and hit pop top etc - could have been about 'Mona Arnesen', but it could perhaps be recognized in the socalled 'Whitewater scandal'.

Olav invited me to participate in a seminary on developing countries ('U-land') at a hotel. It was called 'Ulands-seminar'. It is only speculation that this is the same as LISP programming language, but it is an interesting theory that C++ is the same as the RIZLA+ cigarette paper which next girlfriend (after Mona) called 'Mai Kosberg' used for rolling a cigarette in Kirkeparken in Fredrikstad in the spring 1974. J.K.Rowlings and Harry Potter etc. For later politics this name could have taken on the shape of the french 'mais pourqoi?', with or without car port. When in early 1975 I was attacked by two diseases - 'mononucleosis' and 'throat abscess' = 'halsbyll' ('hal[v]-spyl' = 'half-spurt') - it could have been about the names of these two. (There was also some story with 'Erna Hauge' - although she would not take off her underpants before marriage - I later contracted 'chlamydea' although the one I had then been with had not).

If one takes it that all this is rooted in the potato ball dinner table scene in probably early 1971, it is not impossible that this was about the time when I was thrown out the school door by teacher Robert Zimmermann (at least his family name is certain). We had been to the room next to the school dentist's door in one lesson and in the next there was standin teacher Zimmermann who took the class to see film in just that room. As he was fumbling with the key to open the door, he told everybody to go to another room to fetch chairs. I said that there were already chairs in the room - we had been there in the previous lesson - but he repeated the order and the students went off to find chairs. The door went up and the room was full of chairs, and Zimmermann grabbed my neck and pulled me with head low - on the level of his hip - past the dentist office and down the corridor and threw me out the door. I had to wait outside untill the next lesson with joining the class again. If this is all that goes on in international politics, it is worth the mention here.

I add that after the intercourse under the bush in late 1973, Mona shuffled herself (I think I remember right) out from under the bush with a movement - suspended on four with bent knees, back down - which perhaps could be recognized in the state name of 'Burkina Faso' (as 'busken & fase-o') which at that time (1973) was called 'Upper Volta'. The word 'Volta' means in norwegian 'to rape'. I had not raped her, though, and I did not have the feeling of having been raped by her either.

I should also add the idea that when my penis foreskin in 1982 - or was it late 1981 - had to be opened, I thought it was a simple little thing which I nearly could have done myself, but I was nevertheless hospitalized. When I woke up again some time later (probably just normal time had elapsed), the penis head was uncovered for the first time since age around 5. The question which has arisen later is whether the head could have been changed. There were pains by erection for some time thereafter, but I thought that this was due to the stitches around the 'collar' and it never occurred to me that there could be other reasons. Today, though, I notice that this potential ambiguity could be contained in the name of e.g. Gro Harlem Brundtland and perhaps even Kjell Magne Bondevik. I have no particular opinion on this matter but mention the story anyhow. I have also a self-made theory which tells that if the penis head should have been changed in the early 80's, that could have been the cause of a slight curving in the 'back' of the penis, as if it suffered from some 'lumbago'. The 'back' is then on the lower side as seen from above - cp. 'Burkina Faso'. I have not had this theory confirmed, but it could be of some importance for understanding the history - for example, if the Kosovo bombing campaign or the Rwanda genocide should have been about the address of the norwegian embassy at Belgrave Square in London, then there is the question why the Grosvenor is Crescent, leading up to Hyde Park Corner. When in the summer 2002 I was contacted under the statue of Flaubert in the park in Paris by an iranian refugee, I later had to wonder if it could have been an agent (earthen or celestial) waiting for me in a parked car at the corner of the park. The question is, in short, whether a crescent shape means that the 'head' had been replaced.

Added on 14 april 2013:

More on interesting aspects of my penis: There is also a white spot on the skin at the root, upper side. Is that 'Arnold Schwarzenegger'? Does it mean that the mother was closer to 70 when they stole the eggs from her sleeping/drugged body - and hence a particular sort of body physiognomy because of the 'arn-old' - Kermit and Miss Piggy etc (is that 'the mobbits'?) - and that mysterious white spot? I am only guessing.

The curve I mentioned would perhaps resemble a hunchback more than a 'lumbago'.

As far as Burkino Faso is concerned, I must also tell the stories of the bicycle adventures in early morning with my two official sisters. My elder official sister Vibeke Gröver and I went for a bicycle safari trip in the early morning to Öra, a wetland district outside Fredrikstad, in 1970 or 1971, and we observed a colourful 'fasan' = 'pheasant'. (We had also been for one daylong bicycle trip around Fræna in Molde). My younger official sister Tone Gröver and I likewise went for an early morning bicycle safari out to the forest in Fredrikstad in the early seventies - we caught a frog in a creek and carried it home in a box - the word for this in swedish is 'burk' and we called the frog 'Burke'. It is not impossible that the combination of these safaris ('fasan & burke') can be recognized in the name of 'Burkina Faso'. Whether that also could mean 'Blair & Clinton' at the turn of the millenium, I don't know. If so, it could of course also mean the concept of me as 'purka'. This 'purka' as political concept is nothing more or less than oldfashioned racism.