Lise pipes up
it couldn’t find its way back
they had to dart it in front of the post office
and take it back to the forest on a truck
but if you see one, says Erik again
don’t panic
yet another moment when California seems
like an alien planet from a sci-fi novel you read
but didn’t really
like
after a while you find a rhythm
lift your head and look around
the white landscape bulges with snowy cabin roofs
pennants fly
chimneys smoke
ski tracks crisscross an endless expanse of snow
hva syns du om nordpolen? asks Bjørn
you say
you didn’t expect to find paradise
above the Arctic Circle
but here it is
et arktisk paradis
after skiing
sauna
then bowls of creamy fiskesuppe with warm bread
kerosene lamps
a jigsaw puzzle
Bjørn plays guitar
everyone tucks into bunks with books and flashlights
your belly sighs