A multi-generational saga courses across the pages of Ædnan, by Sámi-Swedish author Linnea Axelsson, translated from the Swedish by Saskia Vogel. The verse epic follows an Indigenous Sámi family who have herded reindeer for generations, as the forces of colonialism and modern development of their ancestral lands threaten their culture and livelihood. The story is told by a small chorus of characters from the 1910s through the current day, and we become especially close to Lise, who left her Sámi family, following her brother Jon-Henrik, to be educated at a residential school for “Nomad” children. This excerpt from Chapter XII takes place in the early 1970s, along the Great Lule River Valley, where the state-owned Vattenfall company was developing hydroelectric resources, and Lise is graduating into a world unimaginable to her parents.
. .
The river climbed
silently up the hills
as soon as Vattenfall
whistled it came
creeping:
–
Streamed backwards
up its deep channel and
drowned the earth
When the great
Suorva Dam for the third
time was to be regulated
–
Entreaty
shone from Mama’s
eyes
–
She explained
clearly to the Swedes
that the fishing will suffer
if the water rises
–
There was probably
no one who understood
what she was saying
– –
After the social
studies lesson
I went with the others
to sit on the
gymnasium floor
–
Almost all of
Malmberget’s students
had been dismissed
from class
–
To participate
in the miners’
strike meeting
–
Someone had heard
that Olof Palme
was coming
that he would travel
all the way up here
–
To the mining company’s
and Vattenfall’s world
the one that he
himself had helped
build
–
It is what
he is guarding
It is all that
he can see
–
The mine boss’s voice
flowed wildly above the
crowded hall which was
hot with bodies
–
His voice was so robust
his conviction
so intense
–
I glanced at Anne
who was sitting beside me
leaning against
the wall bars
and she smiled back at me
–
Soon we would
be leaving school too
–
And could start working
join the union
–
You took the job you wanted
that’s all there was to it
–
Switchboard cleaner or cook
with the old folks at
the Pioneer
or the children
in day care
– –
I spend the weekend
up at Mama
and Papa’s
–
I stand with Jon-Henrik
–
Watching the river
flow murky
across the slope
–
That brushy slope
where he and I
used to go
it’s underwater now
–
How are our tracks
ever to be heard
Among the Swedes’
roads and
power stations
–
It’s Jon-Henrik
who says this
he had also
been drawn down
to the dam
–
To work
for Vattenfall as soon
as school was done
–
I’m surprised
when he says
That he’d preferred to have
taken up with the reindeer
–
Been elected into the
Sámi community
And learned to guide
that wandering gray
soft ocean
across the world
of the fells
–
Just as the lot of us
were once taught
at the Nomad School
that this is what the Sámi do
that this is how
we all live
–
He laughs
and says:
–
Who knows what
the spring flood
will bring with it
this drowned
earth may yet
be fertile
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What are Tiger and Bill’s plans for Midsommer today ? I imagine they would be with the whole skarsgard fam on the glorious day. Also love it when you write stuff with the whole fam. I’d get small af if I was around not just Bill but all of them , obviously since they’re all giants , but also because I feel like they’d all have some protective nature over Tiger. Just since she’s the smallest out of all of them haha
Not gonna lie sweet nani, Misommar yesterday really bummed me out. I was so emotional all day, because this is the second year in a row that I'm missing it. And last year, when I spoke to my friends, we were all just like "ha well at least next year is a guarantee!" and then like...here we are.
My friends all went out to Väddö and rented these small cottages side by side, right on the sea. They sent me pictures all day, they FaceTimed me--and man, they did it so that I'd feel included, but it almost made it worse. It tore my heart in two, and just gave me serious FOMO. Midsommar in Sweden is by far my most favourite holiday and missing it again this year just kind of pushed me into the dark depths of why bother and nothing is worth it.
I think it's also exacerbated by the fact that I'm still a little mad at Sweden. I live in one of the areas that underwent the strictest lockdown and for the longest time. I didn't see my parents or my sister in person for about 9 months, and even then, after 9 months WE got fed up and nothing made sense so we started gathering illegally, for the sake of our mental sanity. Everything was closed. We weren't allowed to do anything. Going through that while seeing Sweden basically carry on life as usual is still the cause of a lot of my ire.
Wow, this got dark.
ANYWAY.
I want to say that Midsommar for tiger and Bill isn't even in the archipelago--no no, the whole family has a better idea. They rent a whole bunch of chalets way the fuck in Northern Sweden, where the night stays REAL bright. Maybe in Suorva or something.
And it's just so swedish. Small red cottages, evergreens, deep blue lakes. The cottages are minimalist and just so fucking beautiful, with white walls and white furniture. The bed creaks a little, but it's also covered in warm blankets and furs for the cool nights, and the fresh air knocks both of them out each night anyway.
And then Midsommar comes and it's just...god, it's magical. All of them seem very intent on making sure that tiger has a perfectly Swedish Midsommar, but also just a perfect Midsommar. She's taken out into the fields to pluck flowers. She's shown how to make a flower crown, and when she excitedly shows Bill he just smiles so big at her, then places it gently on her head for her. She wears a pretty dress with flowers on it, too. A huge table is set in the garden while the brothers put up the Maypole, and tiger admires how well it all comes together--floral centrepieces, chairs lined up perfectly, big baskets of fruits, the most delicious looking strawberry cream cakes that tiger has ever seen. One brother is suspiciously missing from helping to put the Maypole up and when tiger goes looking for some table linens she spots Gustaf in the back of the pantry, hidden from view, eating the pickled herring right from the jar. He gives her a mischievous smirk, waves her over, fixes her a crisp bread just right.
There's a slight uproar when the family notices that suddenly they are 3 jars short of pickled herring. Gustaf just winks at tiger.
There's akvavit--too much of it. Tiger shyly asks one of the smaller kiddie cousins to teach her the frog dance around the Maypole, and Bill is just delighted when he sees her do it. Midsommar fort he Skarsgards is not about huge, loud parties--it's about family, good food, endless food, and staying up all night to relish in the beauty of the motherland. When dusk takes over for a brief while the chairs are set up on the dock, surrounding a bonfire. More food is brought out, and tiger thinks she may just explode--until Bill hands her a tiny glass, pours a splash of akvavit into it.
"Just sip it," he says, "Helps with the digestion."
She quirks a brow as he pours some for himself, but he shoots his back.
"Just sip it?" she says.
"Swedes don't sip."
And it's just magical in every way. They only get back to their small cottage around 7AM, and they both just fall into bed. Bill wraps them up tight in blankets, his big hand rubbing her stomach, and it's the best sleep tiger has had in years--until she’s jolted awake when Bill jumps up.
“I forgot,” he mumbles, stumbling out of bed and getting her flower crown. He undoes a few flowers.
“Hey--” she objects sleepily--”I want to keep that.”
“Seven flowers,” he says, carefully picking out 7 different kinds from the crown and handing her the small bouquet, “You have to sleep with seven flowers under your pillow, and you’ll dream about your soulmate.”
“Don’t have to pal,” she says like the big sap she is, “But if you insist.”
They wake up hours later and both are a little hungover (from food AND liquor), both have that residual sleepy fog that is just so lovely after a great night. They're also the first ones up even though it's well into the afternoon--so Bill gets the fire going again, pulls some chairs around it. He wraps tiger up in another blanket and sits her right on his lap, hands her some coffee--and they just stay like that, drifting in and out of sleep, until slowly but surely the chairs fill up and it's somehow time to eat again.
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