The Longing

Italiano. Magyar. Русский.

First some appropriate music.

As some of you might understand I miss Norway. Not today’s Norway. Not even the Norway I grew up in. I miss the Norway that used to be, long before I was born.

How can I miss something I never knew, you say? Well, what makes you think I didn’t know Ancient Norway? I was there, and the memory is stored in my blood and my spirit. My forebears for thousands of years were all Scandinavians.

Yes, I miss Ancient Denmark as well, and Ancient Sweden. I was there too. I have not only Norwegian, but also Danish and Swedish forebears. Scandinavia (*Skanþin-awjo; “Skanþe’s land by the sea”) is my homeland, my cradle, my hope, my love and my pride. My grave too, I hope.

Scandinavia and the Europe she is a part of is the only motivation I have for my vocal attacks on internationalism and the depraved internationalists. I hate nobody. I only love what is my own, and when necessary at the expense of what is not.

If I ever come across as aggressive and impolite, as ruthless and perhaps even cruel, you now know why. Bear with me; I fight for the roots of the tree that nourish me and keep me alive.

Thank you for the attention.

HailaR Skanþe!