Morning Stories

In earlier times, the troll was one of those fascinating figures of Scandinavian folklore. They were often described as large, strong, and not particularly clever, living in remote places such as mountains or forests, and avoiding daylight, which could turn them to stone. Very troll-like creatures indeed.

Storytelling — the art of shaping experience into narrative — has an extraordinarily long lifespan. Before writing and printing existed, storytelling was the only way humans could share knowledge. It’s also one of humanity’s greatest inventions — a gym for the imagination and the mind. Reading or listening to a story remains one of the purest forms of entertainment.

Dystopian narratives about the future of climate change are depressing. Scientists’ scenarios depict a world in chaos, under fire and water, in heat and cold, offering little chance of survival. However, a closer look at the past, i.e., history, reveals that while the scenario is undoubtedly accurate, the chances of survival are greater and more diverse than models suggest.

One of those smoke-filled, gloomy people sitting on barstools in the shadows has always been a magnet for me. People travelling alone or in pairs enjoy themselves at a bar. That’s because there are few barriers to contact with the person next to you on the right or left. Many a conversation would never have taken place without a bar.

Moreover, this is not a single play, but a constant repetition of a bizarre performance. Act One: The parties ( They only have two parties) refuse to compromise. Act Two: All government services are shut down. Act Three: Everyone tries to get the wagon rolling again. The script of this play never changes.

I have never regretted my time as a psychological wastebasket. On the one hand, I got closer to these beauties than many other male contenders, and on the other hand, I learned a lot about the innermost thoughts of people afflicted with beauty.