This is what the end of the world looks like:
Where there’s no more land to traipse, no further to go, the sun at midnight is far from set. This is the essence of døgnvill – the jet-laggy feeling of not wanting to sleep because of the sun. This is how the sky might look from a London park after an all-nighter. But I’m sober and I’m tired and I smell of reindeer.
Continue reading “The Lean Island”
Today, we’re sewing fences.
With a big old smile, Johan Mathis Eira drops a brand new pair of work gloves on the coffee table. A few minutes later, I’m dressed somewhere between a children’s TV clown and a videogame plumber.
Continue reading “A Portrait in Kokelv”
Jot’tit lea buorit go orrot is a traditional Saami saying that translates as, ‘to move on is better than to stay put’. Over the next two months, I’ll spend my time travelling across the pastures of Finnmark to find out exactly what that phrase means.
Continue reading “The Cold Part”