Jimmini Krikket har ingenting til overs for fjellkjeder, men ett enkelt fjell takler han helt greit
Growing up in my little British bubble in a snoozy suburb of Oslo I was kept safe and protected from Norwegian culture. Most inight of Norwegian life came through a parental filter. Twisted, warped and disstorted by English ignorance. Norwegian terms were anglofied and merely half a decade after moving here were eating ‘Saturday gottery’ after dinner and laughing at the ‘fart damper’ sign on the other side of the street.
The unlucky transaltion of ‘fjellet’ to ‘the mountain’ always left me intensely confused. Come our Easter holiday my schoolmates would all migrate north to The Mountain. It seemed strange that they’d all be going to the same mountain. I envisioned a gigantic Goliath of a mountain. Worshipped by all. There’d be a temple with huge golden pillars and rows and rows of marching elk.
Further confusion came when I saw my neighbours packing skis into their cars. The snow in my bubble’s neighbourhood had long since melted and spring flowers littered the forest floor. Where the buttered hell were they going with skis? Was there a stash of secret snow somewhere? Or where they taking their skis to burn them in a mass ritual celebrating the end of winter?
Years later it dawned on me that The Mountain was in fact several mountainous areas, that mountainous areas are colder and more often host to snow, and that my friends went there for fun! Morons. They didn’t go skiing when there was snow where we lived, why the hell would they travel for hours to go skiing just because the altitude was higher? I decided to be ever critical of and unecessarily unpleasant to people who spent their Easter holidays on “The Mountain”, calling them plank walkers and yellow snow eaters. Pretty soon I had lost all my friends. So I decided to become a great lover of the chilly outdoors myself. Unfortunately, my leg is always broken when I’m asked if I want to join some friends for a weekend in their secluded, always snowed in ‘hytta på fjellet’. Rotten bit of luck, that is.
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du kan bli med på hytta mi i påsken om du vil! dritbra skrevet. lol