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Life's detours that I've ended up at the sanatorium. It is properly entertaining

KARLOVY VARY (Dagbladet): - Broad sails over north Sea goes, wrote Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson. But, no, it is not Olaf Tryggvasson, which He wrote about in his heltedikt, which flows through the hotel's corridors. There are women and men in white robes that sailing off, and the sails stand out as if it is a storm in the castes, filled as they are with breddfulle breasts and stomachs, which is suitable to take the dreams from both women and men.

There are, of course, their comic pages - and let us hold ourselves to them - to no longer have a body that a 30 - to 40-year-old. Colleague Sissel Bennecke Osvold wrote even one column here in the newspaper about what she called "the body's free fall against the floor". That is what we are seeing, we are sailing around in white bathrobes in the halls of sanatorie hotel.

While we in Norway keeps us with training as the answer to all health problems, there is a long tradition in large parts of Europe to go to a sanatorium to treat maladies that life has given. Czech Karlovy Vary, before 1. world war ii was called Karlsbad, and was a part of Austria - Hungary, has welcomed emperors, tsarer, royalty, prime ministers, poets, artists, drankere, and other fintfolk in many hundred years. Attraction is the hot springs, which produce water to your doctor everything from the nerves, digestion, heart and kidneys. Around this was built a vast health industry for Europe's upper classes.

the Doctor speaks Russian, but with the long, singing the vowels, which characterizes the Czech language. It sounds a bit comical, even if the content of what the physician says can be severe enough. For it is the russians who have taken over Karlovy Vary. Virtually all of our hotels are from the old Soviet union, and Russian is the lingua franca.

- It is a serious sykdooom, " says the doctor, and sings on vocals. And seriously, there have been more than enough. The Russian poet Ivan Turgenjev was in the neighboring town Marianske Lazne to treat podagraen that had been stuck in his feet. He cried himself to sleep every night, trusted him to a friend in a letter. But even styrkedrikken from the sources of and to buldrer and rushes, able to stop the tears. The German poet Johann Wolfgang von Goethe bought a large house to calm the nerves with water from the underground springs. But as an already ageing man he should have understood that the house-don't buy calms the nerves.

all natural - yes, necessary - to go to the sanatoriums, " says the man we share a table with during lunch one day. His wife and he has been at sanatoriums across Central Europe.

the Body is like a car that needs overhaul twice a year. Otherwise, die it, " he explains. I nodded, and thinking with myself that maybe a skiing trip in Nordmarka had been better. Not at least for his wife, who, when she is not eating lunch, is wrapped in a sail as the wind is blowing hurricane strength.

So we sail, imprisoned in each of our body, from treatment to treatment. Doctors and nurses are exemplary, which they sing in their strange Russian. And in the evening as we meet at the bar to undermine the result of the current treatment.

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