#knudaheibrev

"Jæren wasn’t supposed to be anything special. Least did I think it, except times when I forgot myself and completely out lived(?); and from others I never heard praise of my homeland. Uglier it seemed to me, the older I got. And without the least sigh I left that place. That it now can look so different, yet still look entirely the same? Or by that it still is entirely the same? These hills and bogs with mountains in east and ocean in west, it is the only land that feels right to me in the world. Other places can be pretty. This can be pretty or ugly. But it is mine. And in the end there must be some wisdom in this. Something we must have half forgotten. But that we will learn once more."