Hej!
I am the other English one and I am aware that if I am not careful I will bumble on for ages so here are some of the many, many delicious memories of the festival.
Kersti’s voice: like a swedish shepperdess, you can drink it. Swapping songs on the benches in the night, I am so looking forward to listening to her CD as we fly home (although that is the only thing I am looking forward to).
Breakfast together every morning.
Where we are staying: the little red wooden cabins are straight out of a fairy tale, I feel like I’m in the depths of a Swedish forest and any moment a bear is going to lunge out of the trees and eat us.
Harmonica beat boxing.
Last night: a real bonfire with marshmellows, stories and songs from Kenya, Sweden, England and Monte Negro (p.s. Milica is one brave girl, I believe she can take on all the boys), Joel took us on a Kenyan train (with a travelling song) and played the Melodeon with great style.
Wilf’s poetry: he makes you feel like you are sinking into the ground or about to burst. The line À wife made of Leaves´ really sticks in my mind.
The Once Upon a Time game.
The SagaMuseet: it has a dragon that swallows you and he has shadow puppets in his belly!
The talent in all the young storytellers here is mind blowing, I would love to write about everyone here but it would take too long!
Thankyou for having us, giving us a bed and yummy food.
Thankyou for speaking English, translating and being patient.
Thankyou for teaching us, leading us and supporting us.
I think I am the luckiest person to be here and i hope Wilf and I will be back soon.
”Lets Drink and be merry all out of one glass…for we may and might never all meet here again.” (From a song Kersti taught us)
Tack,
Tusen Tack
//Ruthie
