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DAVID BARTAL

Colombian flower power reaches Sweden

Contrary to popular misconceptions, Columbian isn't all about Scarface, FARC and kidnapping, writes David Bartal.

Colombian flower power reaches Sweden

Latin America doesn't get a positive rap in Sweden. If a Swedish newspaper story deals with Brazil, you can bet the subject revolves around “favelas,” the slums of Rio de Janiero or the ruthless exploitation of the Amazon jungles. Mexico means narco gang wars and illegal immigration to the United States, Venezuela means a mad ruler who loves to piss off the Yanks. Colombia, of course, is the kidnapping and cocaine capital of the entire planet.

I’ve never been to South America, but I have friends and relatives from that continent. Oddly enough, none of them are terrorists, drug lords, maniacal rulers or gangsters. On Thursday, I visited Stockholm’s Museum of Ethnography, where I learned that Colombia exports products other than FARC guerrillas and drugs.

In fact, Colombia is the world’s second-largest exporter of cut flowers, with sales last year of over $1 billion. Last week some dozen growers belonging to the Colombian Association of Flower Exporters, Asocolflores, paid a visit to the Stockholm museum to show off their brilliant blooms. They will next continue on their European tour to Russia and Hungary.

I had no idea that the U.S. imported 99 percent of its carnations and alstroemeria, 98 percent of its mums and 70 percent of its cut roses from Colombia. Their floral foothold in Europe is not as impressive, and that is what they want to change.

“Their carnations are the best in the world,” says Chris Robertsson, a flower importer based in Skärholmen, a suburb in southern Stockholm. They’re also very big in roses, asters and a few other types of flowers, he added.

The first question that occurred to me when I viewed the glorious roses and other horticultural wonders on display in the Stockholm museum was: Why import roses from the other side of planet earth, when all sorts of flowers are also grown virtually next door in Holland? The answer, if you ask the Colombians, is that their blooms are bigger, cheaper and better; their plants thrive in the year-round warm climate; Colombian flowers rely on sun-power, and don’t have to be raised in heated greenhouses.

Business may not be the only reason the Colombians are undertaking the European road-show. One grower from the Bogota area told me that she doesn’t like her country’s bad reputation for the cocaine trade, “and it is very important that people know us Colombians for other reasons.”

There are ethical and environmental concerns about transporting cut flowers halfway around the globe from South America to Scandinavia. Theoretically, it would be better to grow everything close to home, in Norway or Finland, for example. On the other hand, common sense tells us that some fruits, vegetables and flowers perform poorly in this northern climate. I recently sampled a locally grown watermelon—it was about the size of tennis ball and rock hard.

One argument for supporting Colombian flower farmers is obvious: if people can make an honest living from carnations or roses, there is less reason to indulge in a criminal enterprise. The most celebrated modern Colombian fiction film, “Maria llena eres de gracia”

(Maria Full of Grace)—which was nominated for an Oscar– tells the story of a woman who becomes a drug mule after she loses her job in the floriculture industry.

I am as environmentally friendly and socially conscious as the next fellow, and am well aware of the issues which surround the transport of foods and other products from distant shores of developing countries. But globalization works both ways; as far as I know, there haven’t been any protests in Sweden regarding the exportation of Swedish-built Volvos, Saabs, or Electrolux appliances to countries all over the world.

So for the time being, I will continue to enjoy my Peruvian avocados, bananas from Honduras, and citrus from South Africa. If any one wants to send me some magnificent Colombian long-stemmed roses on my birthday, I won’t object, either.

 

ALCOHOL

Is Sweden obsessed with booze?

As champagne showers come bucketing down over Stockholm, David Bartal wonders if excessive drinking is the key to successful living in Sweden.

Is Sweden obsessed with booze?

Entertainment weekly Nöjesguiden has conducted a mock-survey to determine the best partygoer in Sweden.

The contestants included mega-celebrity Linda Rosing, the blonde bombshell who first became famous in 2003 when she did something naughty on camera while taking part the Big Brother TV reality show.

Some of the other party-going competitors were music journalist Stefan Malmqvist and Ebba von Sydow.

Ebba von Sydow, major-league fashionista and editor-in-chief of VeckoRevyn magazine, was a likely choice because of a highly publicized incident last fall which caused her to be banned from Spy Bar, The White Room and Sturecompagniet.

She was said to have given the owner of those upscale Stockholm nightspots an alcohol shower, an accusation she denied on her blog: “I have not consciously spilled wine on any company director.”

Linda Rosing started her party night with a glass of rosé wine, while Markus first drank a few Budweisers. What a coincidence! This is the same brew featured in a full-page advertisment in that same issue of Nöjesguiden.

When Fagervall discovered that there was an open bar, he followed up with a gin-and-tonic as well as Fernet Menta. Things started to heat up when the fourth bucket of champagne arrived.

The winner of the party competition was Linda Rosing’s companion, musician Markus Fagervall. He won extra points for demonstrating how he could drink champagne without using his hands. This accomplishment was documented with a photo: It wasn’t a pretty sight.

Another party-animal contestant, a musician from Gothenburg named Martin, commented that he was already drunk and it soon wouldn’t be possible to understand what he was saying.

The underlying message is obvious: If you want to be glamourous and regarded as a fun and successful person, order another bucket of champagne and get plastered.

Is Sweden obsessed with booze? It seems to be a passionate love-hate relationship. On the one hand, the role of alcohol as a social enabler is enormous. People can’t dance in this country unless they’re already half-drunk.

At the same time, there is still a monopolistic state-owned network of liquor stores—Systembolaget—which only recently started to allow customers to put the beer, wine and spirits they wanted in their own shopping carts. All alcohol was stored safely behind the counter as if it were TNT or dynamite. It had to be retrieved by a clerk wearing a uniform.

Now that the state-owned liquor company Vin & Sprit is being sold and some of the harsher regulations are dripping away, it would seem that the pendulum has swung in the opposite direction.

It has become high-fashion to drink, thanks in part to the mass-media, that is to say, people like me. Where would we culture vultures be without the alcohol companies, which adore us so much that they are willing to buy adverstising, and sponsor art, music, sports and fashion events?

At the same time, I read in an evening paper that nearly 400,000 children in Sweden now have at least one parent who drinks too much. Even old folks are hitting the bottle. Every fourth Stockholm retiree now consumes alcohol at a hazardous level, according to a recent survey.

The primary target for many booze brands isn’t retirees, of course, but people aged about 18 to 24 years old–the generation which is hooked on music and shopping.

It just so happens that a big block party will take place August 15th on Götgatan, one of the most trendy and fashionable shopping streets in the entire Swedish capital. Dutch beer giant Grolsch is inviting us to the party. All one can say is: Bottoms up!