WHICH IS, A SILENT AFTERNOON IN RØROS,
Norway, awaiting to visit the exhausted copper mines, the church built by the mining company, the old school, the roasted wood houses. After 150 km run on perfect roads, with higher speed limit 90, lower 50, astonishing landscape. Silent.
Relaxing railways with no trains on them.
Relaxing nature with no pollution.
Then the old copper mine, still bleeding the lives it took, centuries of hard innocent work, bloody work, that changed the face of the mountains and the economy of this land. Copper.
Labors with long mustache smoking a cigar. Children. Beards. Human history. Rose up in a cloud of copper.