Norwegian

And I don't think it was a lightly traveled road by any means, but it was the kind of thing where it did kind of go down to like 1.5 lanes in a lot of places and you had to sort of take your time or take your turn.

But thankfully it wasn't like the most crazy busy time of year for Norwegian travel.

I think that's more July, which is why we went in August.

That's cool.

Dealt with.

Wow.

I guess my question is like, what's the average Norwegian like

based on your experiences? Yeah.

But then, after a click, a silence yawns.

After that, barely audible on the headphones, something layered, whispering maybe, but not Norwegian.

It's not quite any language I recognize, voices swelling, distorting, then dying away in a rush as the next recording starts.

Why didn't you call police first? I murmur, voice thin in my ears.

The facility is a layered honeycomb of pipes, turbines, reinforced tunnels.

Obsolete hazard signs, yellowed with decades of neglect, dance in our flashlight beams.

Some in Norwegian, some in Russian, one in fractured English.

At intervals, I spot signs of work hastily done.

There is Anton, Russian engineer, ice-thickened arms, and quiet regrets wrinkling the corners of his blue eyes.

Marin, Norwegian linguist, fragile seeming beneath her pile of orange scarves, but with a gaze that seemed to file everything away for later.

Eva, Canadian diver, always with a tool pressed behind her ear and a distrustful frown.

Whitby, American anthropologist, ever sketching lines in a battered notebook and whistling under his breath.

A geometry of cold metal islands ringed in frost, every surface varnished with a bloom of grey dust and ice needles.

The galley walls are papered with old Soviet propaganda posters long bled pink by decades, slogans for heroic work in the frozen frontier, tucked between reminders to report personal instabilities.

The generator room is a tangled underworld, cables scabbed with brittle insulation, fuse boxes hung with yellow tags, every label in three languages, Russian, English, spray stencil Norwegian.

Marin points out, look at these over here, the logbooks.

Now I finished it, you know? And then, uh, on a whim, I decided to go to DJC in, uh, 2013 as well.

And that's where I met Håvard and all of the Norwegian jugglers and, uh, Yeah, you know, I don't know if you've heard the term bedroom juggler.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

So I was kind of this bedroom juggler that no one knew about, but was really technically high, you know, so like, and we're not that many Norwegian jugglers either.

So then I pop up at this festival and then they're like, who is this Norwegian guy that can flash 10 balls and I've never heard of him, you know, and that was

me.

and uh so that's kind of like where i decided like yeah juggling is super cool like i got to really meet the community and hang out and chat with a lot of people that i didn't think that i've seen online and i thought were like these super scary people and now like some of them are one of my best friends as well and co-workers so it's kind of cool that that's where like the road went you know i would think that I would be a juggler when I was, uh, my age, you know, like,

Clearly Clement Scott and his editor Sir Edwin Arnold, with whom rested the final responsibility for the article which accompanied the criticism, represented a considerable party.

How then is it that Ibsen, a Norwegian playwright of European celebrity, attracted one section of the English people so strongly that they hailed him as the greatest living dramatic poet and moral teacher, whilst another section was so revolted by his works that they described him in terms which they themselves admitted to be, by the necessities of the case, all but obscene? This phenomenon, which has occurred throughout Europe whenever Ibsen's plays have been acted, as well as in America and Australia, must be exhaustively explained before the plays can be described without danger of reproducing the same confusion in the reader's own mind.

Such an explanation, therefore, must be my first business.

Understand at the outset that the explanation will not be an explaining away.

Characters are prigs, pedants and profligates.

Morbid caricatures.

Maunderings of nook-shotten Norwegians.

It is no more of a play than an average gaiety burlesque.

I think, Paweł, you mentioned a quite interesting angle, which the US doesn't really have, because they have, you know, English, of course, they have a lot of immigrants, but they have operating main language everywhere, it's English, where in Europe, one thing is how many countries, so many languages, but some of the countries have more than one language.

Take Switzerland, take Belgium... and so on so that's and these languages are very different they're not only in the same family like okay in Scandinavia Danish, Swedish and Norwegian might be similar or you know Polish, Czech or Slovakian gonna be more similar but in between it's everything pretty much from French, Spanish and so on and yeah we have a lot of like languages country initiatives or projects like bielik in poland and so

on

uh i don't know how much have any of you used of the more extensively national lms is there any do you see the difference in it for example if they're better with the you know native language or particular language than english

The Lower House also accepted it, but it was rejected by the Upper House.

The political successes of the Norwegian women have a stimulating effect on Sweden.

Prohibition has influential advocates in Sweden and supporters in Parliament.

At the request of the Swedish Women's Clubs, police matrons were appointed to cooperate with the police regulating prostitution in Stockholm, Helsingborg, Trelleborg, and Malmö.

Women, 1,155,169.

Men, 1,085,691.

League of Norwegian Women's Clubs.

Women's Suffrage Association.

Clearly Clement Scott and his editor Sir Edwin Arnold, with whom rested the final responsibility for the article which accompanied the criticism, represented a considerable party.

How then is it that Ibsen, a Norwegian playwright of European celebrity, attracted one section of the English people so strongly that they hailed him as the greatest living dramatic poet and moral teacher, whilst another section was so revolted by his works that they described him in terms which they themselves admitted to be, by the necessities of the case, old but obscene? This phenomenon, which has occurred throughout Europe whenever Ibsen's plays have been acted, as well as in America and Australia, must be exhaustively explained before the plays can be described without danger of reproducing the same confusion in the reader's own mind.

Such an explanation, therefore, must be my first business.

Understand at the outset that the explanation will not be an explaining away.

Just a wicked nightmare from the Gentlewoman.

Lugubrious diagnosis of sordid impropriety.

Characters are prigs, pedants and profligates, morbid caricatures, maunderings of nook-shotten Norwegians.

It is no more of a play than an average gaiety burlesque from Black and White.

And I am Lucas.

We are learning Norwegian slowly and clearly.

We have been talking about so many verbs lately.

Last week we walked and came.

You are doing great work.

Thanks, Lucas.

I feel ready to tackle some Norwegian tasks.

Keep practicing.