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Hunting reindeer at work
Shooting reindeer at work
By Vidar Våde, Tyssedal
Life on the mountain was not all work and bad weather. It could also turn out from other, more friendly aspects. We who worked there had the freedom to fish and hunt, and to take us a drink. To get there we had to often use the boat and the legs. The helicopter was only used occasionally.
Getting up on the palms inward to the rest hut. Sunny, calm water. Hearing the faint mountains trick. Sensing something good and strong. Feeling small effervescent bubbles in the nose . Happiness is a hidden tear.
Into the cabin, the face full of sweat. Put down the heavy bags full of food, tools, warm clothes and a bottle of spirits . No bosses, no profiteers, but two happy warm people who are at work. Getting payment for a happy moment. We enjoy every second.
Mirror Shiny water further into the mountains. Roar of the motor, the ripples in the water. Taking the binoculars, well supported with elbows on knees. "Do you see anything?" "No, no animals. Tracks on a glacier, probably from yesterday."
The rifle from its hiding place in the bag is blinking in the front prow. It is good to live.
Nearly an hour's drive. The boat ashore. Three quarters to go. Heavy bags, two happy people, with his rifle on their back , and no fucking bosses.
Into the cabin, afternoon, work day is over." Put the coffee pot". We take a nip of coffee. Drink three before we begin to unpack. Must fill buckets with water before dark. Drink more, feel the heat come along with summer night. Freedom?
During the morning pee we see four bucks 100 meters from the cottage. We shoot one, just in our underwear. We do the slaughtering bare-chested, as the sun struggles over the highest mountain top. Feel the murmur in the nose. "Fuck, what a luck!. A great buck and getting paid 90 crowns per hour."
The Smelter, year 2008
I am watching a wreck,
a sleeping cyclope,
a fallen giant.
Born 1906 - or was it 1908?
- It took two years to build.
Then a short century of Life:
Work,
production,
work conflicts,
strikes and factory closure in the 1920-ies,
depresseion in the 1930-ies,
wartime occupation in the early 1940-ies,
new prosperity in the 1950-ies and the 60-ies
- this Smelter, cornerstone of
the modern
welfare society.
For almost one hundred years
the Smelter provided work
to hundreds of men and
housing, food, clothing and a decent life
to their families.
Then, 2003, finally it is over -
no longer viable:
«Get rid of it!»
«Tear the whole shit down!»
But why are they so hateful, these who say:
«Get it down!»
«Get it away, this shit!»
Why this blind anger?
Why?
I am watching a wreck,
a sleeping giant,
a fallen cyclope.
Think about it -
for nearly one hundred years
the Smelter provided income,
life and welfare
to all these families in Odda.
Why not let imagination play?
Why not try to think a little?
Can it be used for something,
this old Smelter and the history linked to it?
Can it still be useful -
this fallen giant
this cyclope
this mammoth
this tired monster
this herculean -
our exhausted elephant
- and all
the stories
behind this huge,
dirty, carbide smelling,
fallen giant’s body -
can it be used for something?
Why such hatred erupts? -
«Tear the whole shit down.»
What is this, actually?
One silent, rainy October Sunday
I climbed in there again,
I was walking up there
on the platform
under the huge rooftop and
I read this inscription
in the soot black window:
Yes,
then I was thinking:
What
was their life,
«small Lars and tiny Kari».
- How
was their life,
and what happened
further?
Oddbjørn Lynghammar:
Folket i Austmannalia, Røldal
Oddbjørn Lynghammar:
Husmannsplassen Kleiva i Røldal
Nokre av bilda som kom inn til fotokonkurransen Røldal 17. mai.
Vinnarane blir kåra 22. juni i Verdas Minste Litteraturhus, Røldal.
Some of the photos in the Røldal 17th May photo competition.
The winners are announced on June 22nd at the World’s Smallest Literature House, Røldal.
FOTOKONKURRANSE - Photo competition
This is how it started
Photo Competition 17th May 2013 in Røldal explained to a foreignerwith prizes to the top 5 pictures
The aim is to make a little history of photography to StorySavers, a European cultural exchange program to which contributes BokBua.
Theme can for instance be our flagd-birch-white mountains, national costumes, children / sausages / ice, corps, volunteer competitions, humor, m.m ...
Jury: Øivind Solheim, Bjorg Øvregård, Gunvor Øvregård.
Max 3 images sent to [email protected] before May 20
17. mai 2013 i Røldal
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FOTOKONKURRANSE med premie til dei 5 beste bileta
Målet er å laga ei lita fotohistorie til StorySavers, eit europeisk kulturutvekslingsprogram som BokBua bidreg til.
Tema kan t.d. vera: vår-flagd-bjørk-kvite fjell, bunader, barn/pølser/ is, korps, dugnad, leikar, humor, m.m…
Jury: Øivind Solheim, Bjørg Øvregård, Gunvor Øvregård.
Max 3 bilete sendes til [email protected] innen 20.mai
The Curse - a story from the old Tyssedal
Next Storysavers meeting in Czech Republic is approaching. For this meeting we have translated into English one of Jan Gravdal's latest posts, The Curse. The story refers to the beginning of the industrialization in Odda and Tyssedal, when many land owners were persuaded to sell their lands for almost nothing.
The Curse
Saturday, May 11th 2013 Posted by Jan Gravdal
1922 Christian Tyssedal had an accident with this bike. Later Haldor Eitrheim purchased the motorcycle. And here he and motorcycle have taken a break.
Was there a curse on those who had sold their lands to the industry? People wondered. There was something. They died so suddenly, so young, and all of them were more or less related. Christian Tyssedal lost a son when he fell in the bay on a fishing trip outside Tyssedal and 1917 his daughter Ragnhild died when the steamer “Sunnhordland” and "Tysso" collided outside Tyssedal. She was only 19 years old. Christian had to endure a lot. The period after, first his son Christian drowned, then there was a long period when he thought he had lost his sight. Later on he was close to being cheated by AS Tyssefaldene when he received far too little money for the property he sold to the company. Later he had got his sight back, he took out his fiddle, played as before, went over to Eitrheim and even played along with Myllarguten. And then this happened. Christian truly had to endure a lot. 1922 he was killed in a motorcycle accident in Seljestadjuvet. There was somehow no end to the pain.
Skjeggedal: The "Bird" had a painful death.
Salm Skjeggedal, son of Helge Skjeggdal, who was the last who sold his farm in Skjeggedal, went 1925 off the road in the darkness between Odda and Tyssedal and was killed. His mother, Ingeborg was killed when she was dragged off a staircase by her dog. Jon Tyssedalstveit drowned 1922 in the river Opo in Odda. All had been landowners in Skjeggedal and Tyssedal. And there were more than these in the family who perished in the strangest way. Among other things, Daniel Skjeggedal – the "Skjeggedal bird" who burned to death inside.*) People talked among themselves, there had been altogether too much of it to be called random. There was almost like a curse lying over those who had sold their land the industry.
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*) Daniel drank highly flammable alcohol at a party. At the same time he lit a cigar. It caught fire and burned down the long neck - inside. So it is told. It happened in 1907, Daniel was 60 years old when it happened.
Questions better than the answers - a Norwegian storysaver's story after a meeting in Greece
Very dear Dr. Panagiotis Panagopoulos! I am well back in the land of snow. :) My stay in Greece was like a dream...
Photo: Susanne Urban
Thank you for the advice of the orange! I will make a 1-orange-marmelade. The olive oil you gave me i wonderful too. Will you greet Yvonne so much - and forward me the pictures you get from Thanos? I will send you some of mine in the weekend. Greet Yvonne so much! Here my “homework” - do you have any comments on our dialogue? I enjoyed your questions so much, that I thought of writing about them for a Norwegian newspaper. The title:
QUESTIONS BETTER THAN THE ANSWERS - stuck in crisis meets one of the "richest"
A. How you feel when you Norwegians are in a way somehow “admired”, having nowadays the world’s highest standard of living? How a very wealthy Norwegian would respond to the same question and how would a less wealthy Norwegian react?
I don't feel there is a reason to admire someone very rich! In the case of Norway I can tell you that we are more and more questioning the fact that our government pumps up oil without any restrictions. Doing that, we consume all our resources now, without sharing with generations after us. Drilling in arctic regions exposes nature and especially fish resources to great ecological risk. And we don't even use all the petroleum money to keep schools and health care in a good shape... In my city of Bergen, MOST of the schools have severe problems with bad indoor climate, humidity and worn down toilets, giving scholars severe health problems. It is a big shame. Our politicians agree not to use more than 4% of the oil revenue on investments inside the country. In consequence most of the oil wealth is used for financial speculation abroad, through the Norwegian Pension Fund. We invest in nuclear arms and real estate in London and Paris instead of building an up to date train system replacing millions of flights, just to mention one example. Another source for Norwegian wealth is that we are among the worlds ten main weapon exporters in value per capita. I am sad to tell you, that a nation once being a great example for sharing - a social democracy with relatively small difference between rich and poor, now has become a very materialistic society with huge private wealth and decline in the common sector. Still, I think the participation of more than 74% of all women working outside their homes is a very important factor for our life standard and for equal rights . (Greece only 43% of women in paid work)
A very rich Norwegian would probably say that our taxes are too high. But most Norwegians are aware that we are lucky to have a system with progressive income tax at an average of 33%. Without taxes no schools, no hospitals, no roads or theatre! B. You told me that Norwegians have a comportment alike spoiled teenagers. What did you mean exactly? We are new-riches! We buy cars, cottages in the mountains and by the seaside. We change furniture every 5th year and fly on vacation abroad 2 or even 3 times a year. But we don't think of our children and grand children, what kind of world we leave to them. I wish we would buy less things and rather take the time and energy to learn an instrument, sing, dance, paint and philosophy! What do you think happens in a society where young man of 23, 24 years start working in oil companies earning 120.000€ a year, after 3 years of engineer studies, more than their parents ever have earned... There are a lot of works they never will want to do again, as farming, repairing cloth or mending broken things... C. What do you think of an abrupt economic development rate e.g. of more than 2%? Anyway more that what an average status of a certain society can absorb without having severe repercussions. What was the average rate of economic development the recent 20 years in your country?
Only cancer has exponential growth. In Norway dwellings get more and more expensive. Now you need rich parents to be able to buy a small flat! We get more and more rich, but at the same time we have high tolls of suicide - more than people dying in traffic (Norway 24 pr 100.000, Greece 7) . It is more and more difficult to "fit in". The result is many people dropping out of jobs and education. Since 1970 the Norwegian Brutto National Product has increased by 20 times, a big part of that due to the general price-increase. The effective growth rate was ca. 180%, in other words an average growth of 3%/ year. In an European context is the Norwegian BNP 84% over the European average, taking differences of prices into account.
D. What do you think of economic growth when nearly all basic needs of a given social stratification have been satisfied (fulfilled)? Could in such a case be promoted instead of material goods production, production of spiritual goods, such as philosophy, music, theatre, quality cinema, painting, competitions of architectural modelling etc. non material goods? We all know that we don't get more happy with more things, a even newer mobile phone, computer or car. Still most of us don't step back to reflect over the human need for a spiritual life. We have a huge problem with drug addicts. If you walk through a Norwegian town on Thursday, Friday or Saturday night, you will see hordes of completely drunk people. You would be shocked. E. Could in such a case be promoted instead of material goods production, production of spiritual goods, such as philosophy, music, theatre, quality cinema, painting, competitions of architectural modelling etc. non material goods?
What a wonderfully perspective! I guess that most parents hope that their children find a safe, well paid job. Philosophy, art and culture usually don't pay off economically BUT in life quality. Personally I am happy to show my children that you can do VERY well without a car, a big flat and expensive furniture and cloth - all goods seen as normal by most Norwegians. Less consumption allows you to work less, join actively in cultural life and voluntary work for peace, environment and democracy. I am proud and happy that my adolescent children see the true value of culture's spice to social life and are committed to voluntary culture-work.
F. How do you confront much more leisure time in connection with extra information and therefore more workable function of democracy? (Ancient Greeks had slaves who were mainly occupied in order to satisfy the basic needs, while “free citizens” produced what we all know : “politics, philosophy, poetry etc.”. Now instead of slaves we ‘ve got machinery and automatisation that can produce more than 10 times as much). Is not it rather stupid to produce instead of spiritual goods, useless goods, or goods of inferior utility and or conspicuous consumption?
"Someone content to go to heaven alone, will never go to heaven". In the worlds richest country, Norway, we live in a bubble. Everybody knows it will burst. Maybe you knew that too, in Greece, before the crisis? In the course of five wonderful days with an international group of 'Grundtvig-lifelong learning'-workers, we met the most wonderful people in Aigios, Greece. We learned that the economical crisis is a desperate situation, especially for young people not finding work. We hear about the sad situation that lots of young people leave the country to find a better situation abroad. But we also heard that economical difficulties make families go back to their original home places in villages and enhances family ties. Like in Iceland, economical collapse results in more solidarity and makes you more aware and proud of your own culture.
Common music, songs and dance are the real culture and, opposite to money, the origin of real life quality. Oupa! (meaning cheer up and dance in greek). Thank you again for the wonderful lesson, Greece!
Susanne Urban, architect, primus motor of the car sharing-initiative Bergen, member of the board of Womens International League for peace and Freedom- Bergen- Norway, co-responsable for The Worlds Smallest Literature House. Member of the Norwegian StorySavers group, Grundtvig learning partnership.
VERDAS MINSTE LITTERATURHUS v/ Susanne Urban, [email protected]
Our visit at Vana's museum in Egio
Susanne, Sandy, Vana and Øivind
Soldier's clothing
The old radio
Exhibition building, Norway's part
A demonstration day in Patras - and my kind of greek odyssey
Wednesday morning I had the chance to be picked up at the hotel by one of the volunteers from Sandy’s institute. She took me in her car to the Archeological museum of Patras, and I enjoyed going there between the showcases and look and learn about the many thousand issues from old times, found in the ground in the region of Patras, that are exposed there. - The city of Patras has a really beautiful and quite new archeological museum.
After the visit to the archeological museum I went for a walk in the streets, and I came across a demonstration that took place that day in Patras. In the demonstration I noticed there were flags and slogans of different colors, the red flags of the communists, white slogans and black slogans (the anarchists). A young woman who was apparently supervising the demonstration with the group of black clothed young people - some of them had covered their face - told me not to take photos, probably (or maybe) out of fear of being registered by police!
In the afternoon Katerina, one other of the volunteers from Sandy’s organisation came to the hotel and took me for a walk in the town. We walked through the streets of the old town and she took me to a bar where a group of her friends sat talking, eating, drinking, smoking and laughing.
I was welcomed from them all, it was really a good ambiance there amongst these young people and I felt well in their company. I asked some questions about how they felt about the actual situation in their country. They did not feel good about it of course, but what can one do in a situation like this where almost everybody has to accept a reduction of income of up to 40%?
What they said and what I saw is thay they try to keep each other up, and they try to do things as usual and make what they can to live a normal life. Some said that in times like these of crisis it is more frequent that people stick together and that they help each other. In times of crisis the positive values of friendship and helpfulness are more common. On the other side, in countries where the crisis is not felt so hard, it is more common to see people who do not seem to care, for instance the huge drops-out rates from school in Norway, a country where wealth seems to be the privilege of almost everybody.
In addition to my questions about the effects of the crisis to the young people, I asked the same questions to some Greek colleagues whose answers mainly confirmed what the young ones had said: Many people have lost a big part of their income, pension, etc. The economic crisis is here due to the bad decisions of the politicians and the banking system. People in Greece have felt very unhappy and stressed during the last three years. A few people have committed suicide and many people have psychological problems because they don’t know what will happen tomorrow. Everybody is upset about this situation.
I also asked how they think they will manage to handle this situation during the next years. The majority of the Greek people have the opinion that the «receipt» given to Greece by the European Union and the IMF is wrong. In Greece now they have the opposite results, as the deficit is increasing instead of decreasing. One way to handle this crisis is to stop this «momorandum», i e not to follow this «momorandum». Nobody knows when and where these very strict measures will finish.
In the evening we (the two Norwegians, the only Storysavers guests who had arrived that day) were picked up by Sandy and dropped into a art gallery where there was the opening (French: arrosage) of Kara Vasilis' painting exhbition. We were very happy to be there before going to have dinner with our host and her colleague in a good Patras restaurant.
I also experienced the famous Greek hospitality on Thursday when we (two Norwegian visitors) were invited to se the Folklorique museum of Patras, and afterwards were invited to a delicious luch in the home of the responsible of the Museum. We hade a few fine hours of friendly talk and relaxation. The same couple who received us for lunch on Thursday on Friday very kindly put me and my luggage together with them in their private car and started to drive me towards Athens, after we had waited one hour for the bus to come. We had bad luck and ended up in a blocked mainrod beacuse of the local population of Egio’s demonstration against the treath of moving a university faculty away from Egio.
One can of course understand their fear and anger of loosing their faculty, but that had the effect on my journey that I was in danger of not getting to Athens airport before my flight was to leave. The final solution was a taxi and a young taxi driver who drove me 200 klílometers in two hours and made it possible for me to drop my luggage at the air company’s counter just in time!
Wednesday 20 February 2013 - first day in Patras. A lot of things to see! First I was accompanied on a visit to the Archeological Museum of Patras... (More text and more photos will follow:)
The times of miracles are not over in Røldal
Times of miracles in Røldal