«Fager er lien, aldri har den syntes meg så jevnfager, med bleke åkrer og nyslått tun. Jeg skal ri hjem igjen og ingensteds fare.»
"So lovely is the hillsidethat it has never before seemed to meas lovely as now, with its pale fields and mown meadows; and I will ride back homeand not go anywhere at all."
this is who I felt leaving Mestersvig, but I decided it was best to leave anyway...
the comment is taken from the icelandic sagas, "Gunnar a Hlidarenda"