Jarle Rosseland



Snorri V.  – The Land of Youth – Here there were rolling plains and no mountains exept on the horizon. Snorri was not entitled to express an opinion about himself, as he onely 3 years old, a pawn in a political game, set out on a jorney with his father to meet his foster home. No one is in a position to know what went on in the little boy’s mind during that long journey across rivers and plains, and through narrow mountain valleys, further and further away from his mother and his sheltered childhood home in the west. And, in all likelihood, no one told him that when his father went home again, laiden with costly gifts after the feast with the mightiest chieftain on Iceland, the little boy would not accompany him.  

Jørgen Kirsebom 01.09.10 15:09