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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