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My texts about Hanhikivi in English

moss, food and resistance

Publicerad 2015-05-15 21:17:56 i Hanhikivi,

I didn't know how long I would sleep and I didn't either know what was the most important to take in, if this place would disappear after all. Was it this cottage, or was it the beach and its sand under my feet. The others had already left their sleeping bags, so I was putting on the comprehensive clothing, still you do only have to be careful with the ticks, in the future probably with something else starting with F. But one shouldn't be afraid, because we know what is right and what is true.

The sky wasn't blue, but grey and heavy, I got a feeling that it didn't matter, this was just as beautiful anyway.

 
 
 I go to the other cottage and take over the porridge making with real oatmeal, not as with the tiny flakes from the store.
 In my plate goes two bananas, peppermint and our lemon balm from last summer. I don't know if I dare to pick any the coming months, because I still don't know if there will be a new radioactive fall-out coming here from the fire close to Tjernobyl, will they even tell it to us then?
   I go out and dish my plate in the seawater, how can something so cold still make you feel so calm and satisfied. The china plate is shaken in the air, to get a bit drier.
  Back in the warm does laughs, smiles and tired but also alert eyes the cottage so alive and I think about those rooms that are echoing empty because they are sold. It feels so wrong.

Then I spend time among other alive beings. The moss and the lichen is saftely resting on their stones and branches and the fairytales starts to wander inside my soul.
 
 

My feet take me closer the trees, my hand push against them, hugs and I try to, just a little,understand the ilegal clearing, it's impossible. Behind the living trees you can see the dead trunks. They didn't have a chance against the money and the idiocy. 
 
 
 
 
I look around, a tree catches my attention. A part of its outermost layer forms a confused face, which I can understand.
 


Many passenger cars are driving on the road. People are probably wondering what kind of hullabaloo is going on. The guardians are driving after, they just have to see what kind of persons are coming, except this it's silence, no machines are working today, not either yesterday was any murdering noise. The seas own soft sound gets to take its own place.
 
 Me and another one are taking a walk on the road, the one that shouldn't be there. The oil is shining in the water and in my stomach there is formed a sick-feeling pain.
 
 

A caravan has stopped on a smaller road and is overwhelming me with such a wierd feeling, yeahyeah what a lovely vacation huh?
 For many, this has been the place for their free-time. Again I am thinking about the cottageowners and about the animals. They have been living their summers here in peace and quiet, on a place that they wanted to be on. A place that was perfect for them, and now the idiots are doing like this.

 
 
 We come back to the cottagers and to the sea. Beloved sea, what should we do, I whisper and I let the waves speak. The flag is held up in the air, of course, we are at the coast. Wonderful coast. I look out, over the waves, somewhere there, far away is Sweden and Norrland. My home. I shake my head, this just can't be happening.
 
 
 
We sit next to the fire and watch it, although the rain that is falling over oss. The fire is so warm and the rain so cold. I am thinking about the sentence I once saw on TV as a child; the human has always been fascinated by the fire.
Think if we instead just would have been kept us to the fire and wouldn't have started to use electricity. Think if we just could have been satisfied.
  But I am not thinking about that in front of the flames. I just try to be in the present, with these persons, with the cardboard that is burning in front of us and with the fire, in heart.
 
 
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8 hours with bus and right into my heart

Publicerad 2015-05-11 00:59:00 i Hanhikivi,

Walpurgis nights drinking youth in the parks, Vappens me being home and packing to in the end putting the hiking shoes on and leave the apartment. Air is cool and the silence only got company from the birds singing, not like home in Sweden where firecrackers take over this night completely.
The metro was hot and noisy, my own thoughts didn't travel long in my head.
When waiting for the bus I took of my bagpack and ate my sandwich, smiled to the people wearing their graduation caps and in the end I could get on the red bus.

Eight hours later I arrive in Oulu, spend two hours in a café with a book in my hand and having a restlessness which I have never felt before. Waiting.
 
On the bus to Pyhäjoki, I am almost the only one left after that the bus driver have been stopping in Raahe. The blue white signs PYHÄJOKI 2.. PYHÄJOKI.. are echoing next to the road. Then a gigantic road is showing up on my right side. Fennovoimas illegal road.

We arrive next to the tiny foodstore where I will be picked up. I am throwing myself in my boyfriends arms and we walk to the car. With the wheels rolling, first, we miss the black and white little sign with Hanhikivi on it, but we find on the way back. It's true, real, but so tiny, compare to the companies big white false one. First it's a normal small road that the wheels are trusting on, angry signs shouts out along the roadsides.
 
 
 The small stones on the road are replaced with bigger ones, the gigantic broad construction road for the clear cutting of the forest is coming against us.
I just keep my mouth open.

Piles of trees next to us, all the time. I don't even dare to think about counting them. The cold empty ground behind them is making me wonder where the animals are and where they will live. It is, or was, a conservation area.
 
 
 
We are arriving to the camp and they show me around, to the cottages where the owners let us eat, sleep and have shelter from weather and wind. The cozy buildings are right next to the water and the sea is embracing me, as it always does. The waves are hitting the rocks, the sunlight glitters in it's water and the sea is singing. The birds fly above and I can't understand how anybody would like to destroy this and replace it with metre thick concrete and nuclear power.
 
 My boyfriend asks if I would like to see the area and if I want to see the stone; hanhikivi "goose stone" in English. I didn't have a clue about that there actually was a gigantic stone that is laying on the shore, despite it's name.

We follow the road a bit and come to the sign where the forest path one, just some weeks ago, have been. Now it's only clear-cut.
  He is showing me the last sentence on the sign: Alueen suojelumerkinnän vuoksi kivelle johtavaa polkua ei saa raivata, so; Taking the conservation marking, the trail leading to stone may not to be clear out.
But Fennovoima just gave a shit about that.
 
 
 
We walk through the murdered forest. I stumble after five metres on roots that doesn't have anything to give nutrition to anymore. I gaze out over the decapitated trees, only naked stubs are sticking up from the ground. 
- 95 hectars, he says and I nod slowly. My feet take me to one of the bigger stubs. Here it has been growing for many years, longer than what I have been existing and now it's just gone. The look continues to wander on the ground and I get to see lichen that still grows in peace, at least for some weeks more.
 
 
 
The stone is found and we walk up the stairs and get to stand on the top. They will leave the stone, with a ridiculous tiny forest around it. Ah, yeah, because it is an conservation area, a bit they have to leave. It almost feels like a joke when my boyfriend is pointint out how small that area would be.
   How the rare birds and all animals are going to fit there, that I don't have any clue about. Not either about how they and the humans living nearby will be affected by the radiation or if there is an accident. That the future only can tell, if we don't stop it in time of course.

 
It tickles a bit in the stomach to stand there, on the stone. For a while, I forget all the heavy thoughts and laughs when the ancestor from Moomin got to sit on the edge and be in the picture.
 
 
 Then the rain came and we needed to go on, my rain coat had actually been forgot home. We come out from the tiny forest and two owl nesting boxes stands out among the emptiness. The one against the big powerful sea, while the other one is resting on a rough truncated birch and has the clear-cut behind it.
- How would I be able to photograph this? comes out from my month and the tears are burning behind the eyelids.
 
 
He doesn't answer and our feet takes us further to the shore to the empty cottages and the sea. To my happiness I found tiny shells and wet stones that glitter beautifully in the sunligt. They almost look magical and I pretend that maybe they in some kind of way can resist the awfulness that is happening.
I pick some shells with me and decide to make something nice with them. (I sell jewelry that I have made of this materials, all the money goes to the camp. For more info write a comment or email to: idreaido(at)gmail(dot)com)
 
 
 
The big machines oil has allready took it's way to the water.
 
 
We are then getting back to the cottages, where everything is still beautiful and untouched. If you just throw a look at the ocean, you forget everything that is planned to be constructed, if the thougts still are coming there is moving a strong feeling in your body, fast, as a wildfire; there is not going to be a nuclear power plant here as long as I live
 
 
 
It is never getting completely dark in the north during the summermonths, even if the sun goes down. The pink sunset feels so massive and indescribably beautiful.
 
 
We take a eveningwalk with the moon next to our side and we fall asleep in the sleeping bag next to the others with the fire burning in the fireplace and in the heart. It is now or never.
 

 


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