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Completely unexpectedly I had a wonderful present today; a big load of goat dung. On waking up this morning, I was still thinking of wheelbarrows being wheeled up the hill from the dung heap far below with elongated arms and tongue on shoes. Now suddenly it was being spread on my patch of land with the help of an ingenious Austrian invention: a spray cart that spreads the manure down a slope. My neighbour told me that his fellow farmers first thought him crazy because of this novelty, but slowly came to ask if he would also come and fertilise with them. While I am happy with the manure, I am even more excited about the tiller he drove through my future vegetable garden. It is starting to look like a garden now, so much easier than if I had had to dig it myself. I have already spent hours and sore muscles digging through another piece of soil, which is less than 100e is from what I got now. I find it so interesting to see how everything works. As children we learn that poop is dirty, we just creep out at the thought. If you think of food then you go to the supermarket, and if you care for flowers then you use herbicide and fertiliser. A closed circle where the land is fertilised with goat dung, and the animals eat the result again, is so much nicer and natural. I once watched a documentary about a piece of nature reserve in Africa. As part of environmental protection, it was stipulated that cows were no longer allowed to graze there. The result was that the land became increasingly poor and dried out. The very manure of animals provides both nutrition and moisture retention. Hoofs also loosened the earth. This soil slowly became desert without the cows. Man and nature can work extremely well together and complement each other; be each other's friends instead of each other's enemies.

Last weekend, we helped our neighbour build his shed (read a canopy for the precious goat dung). Cross trusses were set, making you see the shed become a reality before your eyes. Suddenly, I see before me how we too can build our own. That opens up interesting possibilities, as two buildings on our plot of land have seen their best days. First let's see how everything goes and what we need. And save up. So many dreams and possibilities here.

The first guests have been and found it a success. In 1 day, they had caught 63 fish. Very exciting to communicate in German, though. I am impressed how professional Dennis already stands explaining where the best fishing spots are. Entering the right data in booking.com sounds so simple and already guarantees hours of frustration.

Jeg er hjemme, og lange hjemmefra; I am home and far from home. When I'm on holiday I love to hear another language. I like the fact that people don't understand you when you talk to each other. It gives space. Now I almost burst into tears after speaking to the Zoetermeer municipality. So nice to just be able to communicate and not feel like a foreigner. I find it so incredibly difficult to communicate in Norwegian. I've already learnt 1,500 words at Duolingo, you'd say it gives you a foundation. Only just talking to each other is so much faster and more unexpected than a computer programme. Regularly, I feel downright stupid. People say something to me, and my head tries to make chocolate out of it. Meanwhile, the seconds tick by and I stand looking at the other person somewhat blankly. If I manage to make something out of it at all, the thought process starts all over again as I try to formulate a response. This is usually where the conversation turns to English. While I would really like to practise Norwegian. Understanding that is also proving to be a bit of a problem. There are so many dialects that even the Norwegians cannot always understand each other. Moreover, they have two languages. I like the idea behind it, but not so much the execution. Norway was dominated by the Danes for 200 years. The language was very similar to Danish. When they became an independent country, there was a man who wanted to increase their individuality and independence with their own language. He travelled the country and taught people this new language, Nynorsk. As a result, this was picked up in some areas and not in others. As a result, two languages are spoken in Norway. Both of which you need to learn, especially at school. If I'm completely honest, I was sometimes annoyed when people couldn't speak Dutch properly. Meanwhile, I have a lot more respect for the perseverance and courage it takes to make a new country your home. I feel the space and clean air of Norway in my insides and always give that little push needed to enthusiastically continue.

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