I know why I am here and not in a city full of people, companies and neon lights. I don’t always like myself the way I am with other people. There is something unnatural about the way I have to control, evaluate and observe my reactions. There are certain things that are expected of me. I have to be a son, a friend, a lover, an enemy, a brother a citizen, a solider…. That means nothing up here. I am no God out here. I cannot make the wind blow or the snow fall. But I am second to God, a human being, alive, due to my efforts.
Odd-Ivar Ruud 1978
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