En nyttårs-hyllest til de pepsi-drikkende, musikk-spillende, æventyr-oppsøkende vennene der hjemme.

Kongsvinger in the middle 2000s was a very special time and place to be a part of. But no explanation, no mix of words, or music, or memories, can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time in the world.

Whatever it meant.

There was madness in any direction . At any hour you could strike sparks anywhere.

There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right – that WE were winning.

And that, I think, was the handle…

That sense of inevitable victory over the forces of old and evil. Not in any mean or military sense.. We didn´t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. We had all the momentum. We were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave

So now, less than 5 years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Kongsvinger and look west. And with the right kind of eyes, you can almost see the high watermark. That place where the wave finaly broke.. and rolled back.