Restless souls over graves from the distant past
N 63°25'27.7" E 10°20'24.4"
Date:
03.12.2020
Day: 123
Country:
Norway
Location:
Trondheim
Daily kilometers:
0 km
Total kilometers:
8909
Sunrise:
09:26 am
Sunset:
2:48 pm
Temperature day max:
3°
Night temperature min:
– 1°
Wind
10 km/h
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After a final breakfast with Lisa and Patrick, we take a farewell photo in front of our vehicles. “It was nice being with you,” I say, hugging Patrick and Lisa. “We wish you a happy winter in Norway!” Tanja calls out to the two of them, who wave after us as the wheels of our Terra Love start turning again. “I’m curious to see if the Atlantic Road is as spectacular as we’ve been told,” I ask myself, curious to see what awaits us.
At 16:00 we reach a place for the night at Gjemnes Fjord. “Wherever chance takes us,” says Tanja, returning to Terra after a walk with Ajaci. “Why is that? Is there something special out there?” I ask, looking up from my laptop, where, as always, I have loaded the day’s pictures after the ride. “Absolutely. You absolutely have to see this. We’ve landed in the middle of a prehistoric field.” “Prehistoric?” I ask in surprise, close the laptop and leave our Terra again with Tanja and Ajaci. In fact, a few information boards tell us that 300. v. BC, shifting cultivation was practiced. “It’s hard to believe that we are once again camping purely by chance on a patch of earth that people used 2,400 years ago to try out new seed crops for the time,” I marvel. “Can you feel the special energy that this place radiates?” asks Tanja as we wander around the grounds to take a closer look. “I’m not sure,” I reply and stop. Concentrating on the moment, I breathe slowly and deeply. I hear the small waves splashing against the nearby shore, feel the light breeze, hear how it catches in the grasses around us and makes a soft, pleasant rustling sound. “Were there voices? Was that the call of a child or a seagull hovering over our heads?” Startled, I turn on my own axis to locate where the child is. The tall grass to our right bends to the side, just as if the boy were running towards us. I take a closer look, waiting every moment for the grass to part to release the child. Nothing. There is nothing. It was the wind that tilted the grasses to one side. Right? I concentrate again, completely immersed in the moment, and suddenly I hear something crash into the ground right next to me. As if someone were driving in with a hoe or a digging stick to make a furrow for the seed. “Look, there are the low walls mentioned on the information board,” Tanja snaps me out of my trance-like state. “Phew,” I groan. “What’s wrong?” “Just had a strange daydream.” “Did you hear or see anything?” Tanja is restless. “I imagined a little boy calling for his mother who was sowing her seeds right next to me,” I reply, still under the spell of my experience. “So you did feel something?” “Maybe I did. It’s almost a little eerie here,” I say, looking at the low walls that were built by the settlers in the early Iron Age to protect their fields. “That must be one of the 10 graves,” Tanja ponders, pointing to a pile of stones huddled in the winter-yellow grass. “Let’s explore the area a little tomorrow before we continue our journey,” I suggest, as the sun has been on the other side of the world for some time and it’s getting darker and darker. “Okay, then we’ll go back and I’ll make us something nice to eat,” says Tanja, motivated. Back in the cabin, the wind picks up and is soon howling fearsomely around the Terra Love. “An idiosyncratic place,” I whisper quietly. “Do you think there are still a few souls buzzing around here?” Tanja asks quietly, as if she’s afraid that a loud voice will give us away and one of the restless souls might find its way into our mobile home. “Who knows what energies live in this place and what once happened here,” I think, feeling a little uncomfortable…
