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We went down to the pier yesterday to look at the damage caused by hurricane Dagmar. Stones, sand and glass everywhere. Peeled off asphalt.
Impossible to imagine the forces of nature
Hurtigruten, The Norwegian Coastal Line, travels up and down the coast of Norway every day, every night, through the whole year. These days the ships are filled with tourists who wants to celebrate Christmas in Norway, who want to experience the Northern Lights.
Two ships, the one going north and the one going south, stop in Trondheim for a few hours every morning all though the year.
Because of the extreme weather two of them have been unable to leave. They have found a place in shelter where they are waiting for the storms to slacken. 1000 tourists are stuck in Trondheim.
I can´t remember this happening before. At least not for such a long time.
Fortunately Trondheim is more than storm peeled asphalt. We walked up to Bakklandet where we finally found an open cafe (Trondheim is also "everything closed for Christmas").
It is early, dark morning here in The House in the Woods right now. Another storm passed though the night. I woke at 5am, listening to the raging wind, unable to go back to sleep, praying for the huge spruces in our backyard.
Now, a couple of hours later, everything is quiet. The newly repaired greenhouse is still standing, so are the spruces. I am safe and warm indoors, thankful that I live in a land where houses stay, even during a hurricane like Dagmar.
My prayers goes to people in other parts the world. Where the forces of nature are fatal. My thoughts wander back to the autumn og 1998 and my visit to Haiti.
