Henrik Hageland

2 weeks ago | medium.com | Henrik Hageland

A tale from the age of Homo Futurus — where death is optional, and individuality irrelevant. Beep…………..Beep……………Beep……………………..BeeBeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepThe supersonic soft voice sounded gently and stereotypically from a hidden speaker. “Transformation completed.”Silence. Beep…..Beep…..Beep…..Beep…..Beep…..Beep…..Beep…..Beep…..Beep….. The sound continued. I felt wet and sticky. Hands lifted me and wiped my body with soft terry cloths.

2 months ago | medium.com | Henrik Hageland

ORIGIN OF MENTALITYHow We Would Rather Die Than SubmitHenrik Hageland·Follow6 min read·--Holger Danske, WikiCommonWhen I look back in time, there are a number of events that a Dane should take notice of. The furthest back, around 113 BC (but who knows what came before that?), a great migration set out from Himmerland in northern Jutland in search of better conditions in the Roman Empire.

2 months ago | medium.com | Henrik Hageland

Member-only storyHow do you resist the pressure? Henrik Hageland·FollowPublished inThe Rainbow Road·6 min read·--Photo by Docusign on UnsplashI became a widower last year. My partner died. Christmas came and was terribly difficult to get through. New Year’s arrived, and there was no one to toast with. Yesterday was Valentine’s Day, and I completely checked out. I occupied myself with something else and avoided watching the news.

Feb 13, 2025 | medium.com | Henrik Hageland

Member-only storyAn admonishing poem about East and WestHenrik Hageland·Follow2 min read·--Photo by NOAA on UnsplashIn this winter, no winter appears,Like early spring,Day and night,In January, where frostShould bite my cheek. Nature’s recharging,Resetting,Neutralizing. . I wonder,What became ofThe Siberian winter chillThat so often ice-bound the land,Sweeping in storms from the East,Freezing the mirrors of the lakes?

Jan 22, 2025 | medium.com | Henrik Hageland

How a song was my anchor in griefHenrik Hageland·Follow5 min read·--My now late husband and me. My own PhotoThe year began with various German schlager music. We listened to the mixed selection until the early morning hours, just as we had done in previous years. The music belonged to New Year’s Eve, and in the past, we had danced together to the old, familiar schlager tunes, the ones we knew by heart. The past two years, however, had been different.