Nestled under the fir trees are the ruins of an army barracks left by the Germans from WWII.  The stones are cracked and moss lines the top of them, but their frame is still clear.

It feels strange walking through the ruins. I wonder what it would feel like to have your country ‘stolen from you’. I don’t know why the ruins have been left on the farm–the war is a fading memory in Norway. Maybe they are there to give foreigners like me a chance to reflect and understand the Norwegian affinity to their land. After the war, the people of Finnmark were told by the government not to return to their land to rebuild their homes, but instead to re-settle in the southern parts of Norway.

Huh! As if!

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