Once upon a time, America, Greenland and Europe were one continent. A rift opened up and the water poured in. Behold: The west coast of Norway.
Zoom in where the people used to say: this is where God shook his hands after finishing his work. The countless islands and rocks and the people clinging to it – building bridges.
About one nautical mile from the Atlantic Road, Rangøya is one of the tiny islands. Once a small fisherman’s farm like the others, it is now welcoming writers, translators and artists from around the world.
With the host being a poet himself, the vision is clear and unspeakable. The countless islands and rocks – and the people clinging to them – building bridges.