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Hei norske venn!


Hello Norwegian Friend(s)!

Looking at the stats for who has been visiting this blog, which country they come from, most popular posts, etc, I noticed that for the last month I've been getting a relatively high number of hits from someone or some people in Norway.

This pleases me. I always knew that Norwegians were highly educated, intelligent, and curious, and this just proves it.

It got me thinking about any Norwegian moments I could tell from my own life.

My only visit: when I was about 12 years old, I crossed the North Sea with my mother and brother on a weekend trip to Bergen. Sadly, it was in winter, and the crossing was incredibly rough, and when we got there, it just rained torrentially for two days and nights (talking about the sort of rain that makes the awnings on cafe terraces collapse from the cascading water).

BUT!


I am currently watching a Norwegian series on Netflix called "Occupied", and it's completely excellent. It's a political thriller, superbly shot and acted, with an all too possible premise: a Norwegian government decides to lead the way on climate change by going 100% renewable and switching off its North Sea oil and gas production. But Russia, with the collusion of the EU and the USA, sends in personnel to "assist" the Norwegians in following the EU's orders, which are to ramp oil production back up at once. Gradually, bit by bit, the Russians more or less take over the country, in a chilling reminder of how they grabbed Crimea and half of the Ukraine. There are lots of strands to the story, but that's it in a nutshell. If you can find this on Netflix, I highly recommend it.

Gratulerer, Norge!

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