Listening to Martha in Saudi

Sitting in a hotel room in Jeddah and waiting for someone to take me to the airport for my flight back to Sweden.  Touring around here (Jeddah, Riyadh and the Eastern provinces - Al Dammam, Al Jabyl) has been crazy.  Adopting to life within a society ruled by Sharia law can be perplexing.  One struggles not to allow western prejudice rail against the black abaya ghosts that haunt public spaces and the noteable absence of women.  Then there's the heat.  

There has been one person that has kept me sane through this tour, so here's to you Martha.  I hope you never have to come here.  Heres a photo I found of her, in black, in solidarity with the women of this country.

Var blev ni av, ljuva drömmar om en rimligare jord?

When I was at Uni in the 90s, it was a cool political acknowledgement to make that 'the socialist experiment was dead.' Well, forget that rot. It's not. Just come to Scandinavia. . . or if you can't do that, just listen to Monika Zetterlund sing, Var blev ni av, ljuva drömmar om en rimligare jord?

Here is the last verse, and my crappy translation:

Var blev ni av, ljuva drömmar om en rimligare jord?
Ett nytt sätt att leva? Var det bara tomma ord?
Var är han nu, våra frihetsdrömmars junker Morgonröd?
Han rör ju på sig, så han är nog inte riktigt död....

What has become of you, wonderful dream of a fairer world?
A new way to live? Was it just empty words?
Where is he now, our dreams of freedom in red?
He moves himself, so he is not really dead...

Socialism o muerte!!!