I happened to watch Monica Levinsky’s TED-talk ”the price of shame” a little while ago and it impacted me A LOT. I didn’t realize what she’s been through… for A DECADE!!! I also felt guilty, as if I had been part of bullying her because I didn’t do anything to support her. I didn’t know, yet I felt like it’s still my responsibility to understand how it feels for the other person to do what I can to stop bullying, even more than what I do. Like I should have known. I’ve should have been able to feel so much empathy that I would have understood this. Not because I should have been better than I am but because I feel responsible because I’ve grown up in a psychopathic society where we aren’t taught the basic skills of being human and emphatic with eachother, when that’s really important for relationships.
There’s two different words in Swedish that I think describes empathy very good:
– the healthy one is ”medkänsla”, direct translation would be ”with-feeling”. It’s when you focus more inside of yourself than on the other person and can listen and relate without feeling sorry for the other (or yourself if it’s yourself you listen to). It feels like a gift.
– and the unhealthy (codependent/symbiotic) one is ”medlidande”, direct translation would be ”with-suffering”. It’s when you focus more on the other person than on yourself, to try to rescue him/her because you can’t stand what it triggers inside you, but you’re not even there to notice. It feels like a burden.
I’ve come to realize that humans walk here on earth alone but we’re here together to support eachother in our aloneness and struggles so we don’t have to suffer and feel lonely. I really like how this man describes it:
To be able to support eachother through our challenges, but not make them into a suffering (for ourselves and others), I believe we need to have empathy and humanity for eachother. However I don’t believe that we can have true empathy for eachother as long as we believe other people’s emotions are our fault/responsibility or judge other people for being different or imperfect… because then other people’s imperfections will trigger our own imperfections (especially in intimate relationships).
I don’t believe we will stop thinking other people are to blame for our emotions until we start healing because it’s so ingrained in this culture to believe that other people cause our emotions even though IT’S NEITHER TRUE OR NATURAL.
We can still do a lot of work on ourselves to be more unthreatening to other people though. That happens naturally the less afraid and the more content we become.
My elder has told me that deep empathy for ourselves is what will take us out of feeling victimized in the moment.
She’s also said that we’ve almost lost the ability to listen for real in this culture even though that’s pretty much all it really takes to heal our wounds (as well as to ‘feel’ understood), to have a listening ear. Listen until we hear what’s true (what I find to be true) in what the other person says and then only focus on that, and ignore what’s not true (it falls away).
I really liked this, it’s about a long study on happiness, what makes a good life. What they’ve found out was that good relationships keeps us happier and healthier. People who are more socially connected are happier, physically healthier and live longer but it’s not just the number of friends you have but the quality of your close relationships and good relationships don’t just protect our bodies, they protect our brains. The good life is built with good relationships:
Someone just posted this image today (to the left) of a naked woman with a Mammoth saying ”Join the Stone Age and Save the World” on a primitivism fb group that I’m on and it makes me so angry. I have stopped paying interest in sex lately to focus on the human aspects in myself and other people so that poster, on a non sexual group such as that primitivism group, was just shocking to me: An empowered, nude, non sexualized, beautiful female figure” selling the stone age is sexual objectification, in this context of primitivism (and you can take away ‘sexual’ from ‘objectification’ if you think the thought of a woman like that isn’t sexually attractive to a man trying to be natural himself).
The guy posting it just wanted to show a piece of art and indeed I can imagine that if you’re numbed by porn it looks cute and innocent, but to me it’s the equivalent of car porn but on a primitivism level. I don’t understand the point of having a naked woman on a poster selling the Old Way/Stone Age as something better. I can relate to the divine feminine but this is just sexist (”relating to or characterized by prejudice, stereotyping, or discrimination, typically against women, on the basis of sex”) and objectifying (”degrade to the status of a mere object”) of woman. Of course it’s eye-catching and would appeal to the largest demographic interest, woman has been used that way in many ways when it comes to selling anything but I don’t understand why use it in a forum where it’s supposed to be an alternative way about healing and living in balance. I also don’t understand why I was the only one reacting to the sexism and that so many people clicked like on it. It made me think people there are less developed than I thought, that they’re still only on a sexual level of interest and hasn’t grown beyond that. Or that everyone is just numbed by porn. All these images have the potential to create ideals in our head about how it should be. Many drops make an ocean.
I’ve drawn art like that myself so I understand the artistic expression, I’m just not sure where the line goes of where it becomes sexist or not because in a different place it probably wouldn’t have provoked me so much and I wouldn’t have considered it to be so hurtful. Maybe it’s about the context of where it’s shown or the fact that I somehow longed for that a group for primitivism would be free of objectification but it wasn’t. Also because I’ve struggled so much with being this ”perfect” woman and trying to drop that to just be myself and then ”here we go again” it’s like I can never be free of that image from the outside. So few women speak already on primitivism and rewilding groups and this doesn’t help in that way in my opinion, there’s very few women who actually look like this.
One man wrote: ”The woman depicted is in a neutral stance, not in any way ”presenting” in the sexual objectification sense of the word, is on equal and respectful footing with the mammoth, has pubic hair and is not portrayed as infantilized or pedophilic – I mean, come on, literally what the fuck is possibly objectifying about this?”, and it’s shocking to me that people are so numbed by porn that anything that’s naked and just not appropriate gets away with it because it’s not porn even though it has nothing realistic in it what so ever and the ideal woman is used for a purpose of selling something again. I just didn’t expect this on a group for primitivism where I thought people were more aware, but apparently that didn’t go beyond porn.
That poster is the equivalent to me of a man like this below but worse since men don’t have the same amount of ideal images of how they should look and be that women do. Men are just afraid of being weak. (I know he’s not totally Stone Age but if we’re going to be technically correct the Mammoth is already extinct and can’t be saved so that’s false marketing already.)
At the very same time this morning that I saw that sexist poster I happened to read what Graham R White wrote on the ”What Evolved Women Want” fb group about his woman and I found that to be beautiful and inspiring and quite a contrast to the ”naked woman vs mammoth” poster above. This below is attractive to me, trying to get sexual attention on a very primitive scale as in the poster isn’t (instead of the word ”purpose” that he uses I would use the word ”autonomy” which is similar just wider and more of a healthy way to describe it to me):
SHE SAYS THE SEX GETS BETTER EVERY TIME – I THINK IT’S SOMETHING ELSE
There’s a great irony about sex for men – and it’s that until we’re actively living in fulfilled pursuit of our purpose, showing up in a magnificent way that touches, teaches and leads our tribe in a magnificent way we crave sex to fill the hole in our souls that only purpose serves.
On our way to making that courageous choice to stand vulnerably in a powerful statement of intent of who we are, what we offer and claiming our spot in the world, sex is the obsessive distraction we focus on to fill us with momentary senses of accomplishment, connection and brief tastes of flowing feminine energy.
And then when we arrive at the place where we’re living our purpose, fulfilling our roles and making a measurable difference in a unique service to our tribe sex becomes an understatement because living with purpose is a state of perpetual being and sex is such a momentary release.
Before I was living my purpose I fantasized about relationships where a woman would perpetually desire me, where she would crave and ache for me the way I’d longed to be held, fully trusted and received. And all day long I know other men see and feel the energy of this woman and crave an experience that is actually only a dim reflection of who she has the capacity to be.
She tells me the sex gets better every time. I believe her, but that’s not what I notice about her and ultimately I know that’s not why she chooses me over men who are richer, stronger, more influential, less complicated or who come with less complicating life circumstances.
I know she chooses me because I witness her.
What I witness is a woman who chooses and measurably becomes more remarkable in every aspect of her being every day.
I know her story, the one she’s reluctant to share of how much she’s overcome, the sacrifices she’s made for her kids (and mine) to give them the foundation she didn’t have.
I see what she commits to the relationship, how she nurtured it and supports a complicated partner whose energy is most often distracted by a world that makes the heart ache and mind reel.
What gets better all the time is who she is, because of how much she invests into how she shows up and who she chooses to be.
It’s easy for me to be this woman’s partner. Every day I wake up to a more remarkable version of her than I knew the day before.
Because every day is made memorable by seeing something new about her that is more remarkable than I witnessed the day before.
She tells me the sex gets better and better – I think it’s her.
It’s not the earth making it’s way around the sun every year that I celebrate, it’s being witness to a woman who takes every day to actively be a better version of herself that still blows me away.
I just got back home from a Mushroom hunting trip to Värmland (western Sweden) together with my elder in self-sufficiency. He’s a man who’s almost 70 but is one of the most self-sufficient people I know. At the age he’s at now I can almost keep up with him but barely, I would not have been able to if he was younger. He’s pretty much constantly processing food or out getting food no matter if it’s gathering or fishing or gardening or butchering animals. He also tans hides and makes wooden bowls and built his own house etc etc. I adopted him as a mentor and his family as my family. I feel incredibly grateful that he invites me on his trips because going with him is almost a guarantee to get a years worth of whatever food we’re getting (if it’s possible). Getting my own food is one of the most satisfying things I know.
It was amazing to be walking in the woods for hours and hours looking for those yellow Chantarelles and the joy when you found some. As if God had gave me this amazing gift of deliciousness over and over again and ”those who search will find”. On day 2 we found one spot where we could pick Chantarelles pretty much non stop for 2 hours. It was amazing and unbelievable. 😍😍 The amount in front of me where I’m sitting is from day 2 what’s in the pot is from day 1. Then we canned them by first boiling them down and then put them in jars and pressure canned them. In total we got 54 jars of canned Chantarelles and 16 jars of mixed mushrooms.
In the morning on the third day we ate scrambled eggs with onions and leftover mushrooms from the canning in the sun by the lake where we had stayed the night. I think part of it is the result of my intense healing work the past 7,5 months but I was just bathing in something I can’t describe but felt like being in the meaning of life; that life is just as good as it should be. That gathering my own food by hard work and enjoying the sun and nature without any emotional mess, is what life is all about. I want to create more of that kind of life to experience that blissful state of being. Maybe that’s what all happy people experience but I’ve been so burdened by trauma that it hasn’t been like that for me in the past. There was nowhere else I would rather be and life was just perfect the way it was. When I was younger I used to wonder about what is the meaning of life but connecting to the means and ends of our existence is for me to live the meaning.
What if we would only use our emotions in the way they’re meant to work: to crash our images of reality that no longer fit with reality so we can rethink and move on, and nothing else???
I’m talking core feelings: joy, fear, sadness, anger… (Not love, trust, contentment etc etc because they are states of being that exists when nothing else exists)
This is one more difference between the natural human and civilized people that recently dawned on me hard (with the help of my elder Iris Johansson). In civilization, because people use emotions to manipulate (which makes us afraid of emotions), we UNNATURALLY have to learn how to not get intertwined with others emotions or smear our own emotions on others to get back to the natural way. Something we wouldn’t have had to do if we grew up in the natural world and wasn’t manipulating with emotions in the first place. That’s why one more aspect of getting back to inner contentment is about learning the way out of codependency/symbiotic relationships… Sometimes easier said than done!!!
What I’ve come to see as natural for humans is to (for the most part) live in contentment, a sense of community and in trust (…in our own ability to make ourselves happy)… This is possible if our fearsystem (our autopilot) only gets triggered when it’s really needed (which naturally would happen rarely). For that we need to have conditioned it in the right way, so we’re able to distinguish between real (existential) danger and what’s not real danger, to navigate in life properly… But many people in civilization are wounded in their autopilot since in civilization the ”secondary” (what we can chose, for ex values) has taken the “primary’s” (the existential, what just is) place so we for ex believe it’s existential to not get there in time or that feelings are existential even though they aren’t.
Our autopilot (the fight, flight, freeze system), that is part of our primal brain and is supposed to click in to save us from danger (without thinking), clicks in even when there’s no actual danger (for ex in relationships; where we for ex attack, defend, or play victims and cause a lot of damage) because the autopilot, that is developed by conditioning, hasn’t developed in the right way.
There are many ways to come to terms with (re-condition) an over-active autopilot. Processing and releasing emotions is of course always a way. Another could be to get to know the real world by living in nature or to live with people who are unconditional. But for those who don’t have that opportunity to live in nature or for those where it doesn’t work with nature only (as it has been for me), yet another way that’s not natural, but to get back to the natural, is to release fears in a safe place; like an amusement park, by riding things that scare you. This way we can also re-condition our autopilot to react properly. By recommendation by my elder I’ve tried the amusement park option, so I know it works. Not like a magic wand but as a slight, and for me important shift.
Amusement parks can actually be very therapeutic!!!
I can really recommend this ride in particular (if you have it in a park near you) it’s almost a 100% guarantee to trigger fear… IT’S INSANE!!! (I feel scared just watching this video that I just attached… lol … it’s exactly like that… and I would NEVER have done it if it hadn’t been for therapeutic reasons …) You fall for 5 seconds (95 m and 90km/h), 90 degrees towards the ground, and at least for me, it was impossible to not believe I was going to die… BUT I DIDN’T… and just THAT (for ex) puts everything into perspective: if I didn’t die from this intense fear (that’s the most intense I’ve felt in my life I think), then why would I die from any less fear??
I did this ride twice, but a month apart. The second time to support a friend who also wanted to release fears. The first time my legs were completely like jelly only after the ride.This time my legs were like jelly just from standing in line… but even though one person looked more scared to death than the other, coming down, I realized none of them died and it helped to get my autopilot to click out some while waiting, telling myself ”it’s harmless, it’s harmless, it’s harmless”… (lol… the stupid things we put us through …)
Realizing “it’s harmless” makes the autopilot “click out”!
But again… it’s not a quick fix (that ride and some other almost as intense rides let loose a lot of fear that I now have to deal with… lol … ) and it’s not the only way to release fears and other emotions (we can release fears just by thinking about something scary or by watching a horror movie)… amusement parks is just a “fun” suggestion if it feels inspiring.
Amusement parks are also a way to get in touch with our natural playful way of being.
It appears to me that we are supposed to live our responsibility but be like kids, if we want to live in contentment, a sense of community and in trust!!!
(”Nej” = ”No” and ”Tidernas Värsta Fall” = ”The worst fall in our time”)
One thing that I see as crucial for being happy is PLAYING!! I’ve come to see it as a state of being not only for kids but for adults too and when I’ve visited first nation people they have a lot of this, laughing at everything. It’s not really about what we do but a state that we can enter when realizing ”it’s harmless, it’s harmless, it’s harmless”. I asked my 8 year old daughter and her friend once ”but how do you play?” and they both looked at me as if I was stupid, then my daughter said ”you just start and then it comes”!
If you want to get out of your head I don’t know any better way than getting into playmode.
Before I go more into playing I need to say a few words about something I’ve come to see as an even more crucial aspect, without this communities won’t work, and that is to ALLOW ALLOW ALLOW!!!… I’ve come to realize that relationships won’t work unless we work towards developing unconditional tolerance for our own and other people’s imperfections (as long as it’s not hurting ourselves or others in a destructive/existential way – but there are very few things that really are destructive/existential) by solving our own inner conflicts. As well as love ourselves for as imperfect as we are. My elder says there are no conflicts between people, conflicts are only inside of us. I’ve come to see that most, if not all, issues stem from the fact that we don’t love ourselves.
We don’t need to make issues out of things that aren’t threatening to our lives if we ”allow” not only what we consider to be ”normal” but anything that’s not destructive, even if it feels existential.
Now onto playing…
In July this summer I attended a weeklong youthcamp for adults inspired by my Swedish elder Iris Johansson (amazing elder, she’s autistic and she can be brutal, but I continue to be so impressed with her) and as hard as it was, it was such a shift in consciousness to just forget about myself and get out of my head and into the body, just like kids, and play all day long. I FELT JOY AND SATISFACTION INTO THE CORE OF MY BEING!!!
The main purpose was to get into ”playmode” (get out of our heads and into our bodies) by playing playing playing all day long. Then long rests (because we were exhausted) to process everything that came up from our childhoods to be released in this unconditional environment. We had 2 teepees but mostly we all just slept in one and our leaders were only between 16-24 years old.
As ”kids” we weren’t allowed to cross the railway or go bathing by ourselves etc etc and had to do what our leaders told us.
We can even play when doing necessary things. We had roleplay on the second last evening/night, being knights going for a holy mission, that ended up being to clean a week of dishes (that they had saved for us). 14 people dancing and doing dishes together for a total of FOUR HOURS being locked inside the kitchen by a king (and tried to escape with a time machine but just ended up in the same dirty kitchen), took dish washing to a whole new level of joy. It was amazing.
The week ended with disco and dancing until 4am in the morning.Of course, as with all of these things it takes time and patience and work to integrate them into our lives but to have gotten a taste of this was amazing. Now I don’t want to be in any other state of being than this joyful and satisfying playstate.
More about playing here from my visit to the Reindeer People.
So… and these are questions I’m asking myself as well…
Can you play with issues in relationship and the imperfections of life and people or do you make it existential?? Can you see that it’s just part of life and that it’s not really threatening your life??
Can you laugh at yourself and life, or forgive yourself, especially after having done a mistake??
I recently started my own private comic strip to learn to laugh at myself more, because I love to express myself in drawing, that I call ”come fly with me” where I draw myself from the outside as a fly, because flies are disgusting and hard to take seriously so therefor just funny in themselves.
Do you have understanding and empathy for others different way of being/doing as well as their imperfections or do you judge it, reject them for it or create distance?
Who doesn’t want to be unconditionally loved and accepted and seen and appreciated for who they are… so… do you solve your inner conflicts with other people’s imperfections by staying with your pain learning from it, to let them unconditionally be as they are?
Can you stay in your own contentment and see the beauty of life even though someone close to you is trying to choke you with their trauma and negativity and existential fear, yet still respect where they’re at?? Can you remember that ”it’s harmless it’s harmless it’s harmless”???
When you’re working through your pain because life is imperfect and unfair and people are fucked up, do you have someone next to you who can just be there and listen without trying to rescue or fix you, but just without words reassure you that life is ok as it is, that life is just as it should be despite all the bad things that happen?? Or can you do this for yourself??
Can see that emotional pain isn’t bad, that it’s a path to more joy and maturity if we face it and learn from it?
If civilization is going to end tomorrow… instead of all this doomsday threats and fears that just creates a block and prevents us from acting, how can we play with it??? How can we make it into something on a not existential level?? How can we have fun with it?? How can we make the end of civilization into this exciting thing we’re looking forward to rather than this scary ”who’s gonna die and who’s gonna live” thing and ”everyone is in it for themselves”?? We’re all in this together, the end of civilization won’t just happen to ”me”.
I’m not suggesting to be stupidly naive… I’m just suggesting that if we want to change this culture we can start playing with it and see what happens. We can’t solve issues if we’re in fear because fear creates issues. Fear makes people act fucked up and what’s often even worse is that things we do to others from a fearful place comes back at us like a boomerang and scares us no matter if we’re aware of it or not (for ex ”what we do to others we believe others can do to us”).
Ideals poison our society. Imagine this moment without ideals, where everything is ok just as it is; you and life and everything… and there’s nothing else than this!!!
My elder has told me “it can get better, but not as long as anyone has ideals about it”. I’ve come to understand that the natural way for humans is to live without ideals and it appears to me as if the first nation people I’ve met and kids don’t live by ideals of how it should/could be, they live with what is (even though kids quickly pick up ideals from us adults)…
I started digging into the concept of ideals after it hit me hard that the white competent male is the ideal/the reference in civilization (apparently it came with Christianity) but digging deeper, I found the issue about ideals to be a bigger problem and more destructive than I first thought… and I don’t mean ideal as in ”the ideal way to cook fish” or ”the ideal way to make arrows in this climate” or ”my personal, unique and individual dreams of what I want to fulfill in life and what my talents are and how I can improve those”… I realized this (this is another elder speaking):
“There is only one life and that is in this moment. If this moment is condemned in any way, by any method, your life is being destroyed. That’s why there are millions of people on the earth but very few are alive. Ideals have poisoned their life. And the idealists are great poisoners.
The ideal as such corrupts. Whatsoever the ideal, it is a calamity; it is a great disease to be avoided. It is the ideal that has been driving humanity neurotic. The moment you start thinking in terms of ideals, you are condemned. Then you are always falling short of it, then you are never okay; and guilt arises and you start feeling you are not worthy, that you are worthless. And the moment a man starts thinking he is worthless, he becomes worthless – because you are that which you think you are. As a man thinks, so he becomes. And the idealist cannot love himself; he is very hard, he is a masochist. And if you don’t love yourself you are virtually dead – worse than being dead! If you don’t love yourself, nobody is going to love you.
All ideals are perfectionist, they demand perfection – hence they are all inhuman. And all those ideals are impossible – their very nature is such they cannot be fulfilled. Hence, it remains a dangling carrot in front of your eyes. And the donkey goes on moving and the carrot goes on dangling. It is illusory. It is like the horizon far away – you go on moving, but you never reach, the horizon also goes on moving.
Man is not perfect. Nothing is perfect. Nothing can be perfect, because only in imperfection is there growth. The perfect means the dead. Hence, all ideals are inhuman. And all ideals cripple and paralyze you. All ideals create a kind of subtle bondage around you, they imprison you. The really free man has no ideals. Have an ideal, and you will become an egoist. The idealist is an egoist. Have a bigger ideal, the greater the ego, because the greater is the friction. The ego is created by friction between the real and the ideal. And ego brings condemnation of others, and you start feeling “holier than thou”.
There is no other world, this is the only world. And there is no other way to be, this is the only way to be. This acceptance, this utter joy in being oneself – that’s what I call the man/woman of reality. Utter joy in being oneself, as one is – with no guilt surrounding it, with no condemnation arising, with no idea how you should be. This is the way you are; this is the only way you can be. The man who is egoless is the man who has no ideals.
And don’t make this into another ideal because then you missed my point. I am not talking about ideals. Remember, I have to use a language which is very much polluted. So please don’t misunderstand me. Otherwise, again you have created an ideal.”
On the way north to Tsagaanuur and the Tsaatan (The Reindeer People) you have to pass through the town Murun. We had to stop there for two nights to get our border permits to be able to stay close to the Russian border. When we were waiting for the permits to be ready we went on a fishing trip. One guy who pretty much only spoke Mongolian took us out to a river on the steppe. As usual no roads. It was amazingly beautiful with the hills, the sun and the landscape in general. At one point we saw a nomad sitting in the grass next to his motorbike, watching his herd of Yak. It’s amazing to me what a different lifestyle they have. Imagine to have for a job to pretty much just meditate!
We wanted to go early in the morning to have a greater chance of catching fish but as usual in Mongolia the driver came and picked us up late so we didn’t get to the river until noon. We didn’t catch so much fish, just 5 (Lenock and Greyling) but it didn’t matter because it was so nice to be out where there was barely any people.
On the way back the driver got a bit lost and had to stop at a couple of Gers (yurts) to ask the herders for direction. At the second one (out in nowhere) they were doing something with the sheep that looked interesting. I got out the car to ask if I could take a photo in signlanguage (noone spoke English). It turned out they were neutering the male lambs without anesthesia. All of a sudden we were thrown into the corrall where they had put the sheep and the goats to try to chase the lambs to lift up (not so easy as it may sound) and give it to the men to pull out the testicles. They did the same with the Yak calves but those they caught with a Lasso since they were a bit more feisty. Then threw them down on the ground and several men held them down while their testicles were pulled out. The animals didn’t make one sound but afterwards they ran as if they were about to run away before they stopped a couple of 100 m away. They very carefully put all the testicles on a plate that one guy was holding.
Of course we were invited into the Ger to have testicle soup. We were treated like family or honured guests and everyone seemed so genuinely happy (maybe 15 people of all ages). The atmosphere was so nice I can’t describe it. The hospitality they showed us was mindblowing to me. The testicle soup was rich from a bonebroth. I did eat 1,5 testicle and it was very good even though I mentally had a hard time with it. We also got to try their homemade creamy butter and wild Rhubarb (it grows everywhere) jam and of course the salty milk tea (had a really hard time with salty tea in the beginning but now I love it). We were lucky because they only do this once a year and we happened to get there on right that day.
On the contrary to the Tsaataan who had very bad teeth the average Mongol (the nomads/herders) had teeth straight and white like snow. I assume it’s because they ate a lot more of intestines, bonebroths and dairy products.
We got to see one time when they slaughtered a sheep: Two people held the legs and another cut a hole in the stomach. Then put his hand in there and cut off the aorta with his finger so the sheep bled to death. Brutal but the good thing about this method is that all the blood is collected inside so it’s very easy to pour it out into a bucket. They poured the blood into the intestines and tied it up, boiled it and then we got to eat it like a sausage. Very good actually.
I did get to try burning a fire with cow-pats. One of those things you have to do in Mongolia before you leave!! It didn’t smell so good though.
The other day, when someone was mowing the lawn, I realized what a luxury it is to have so much grass that we can trim it and throw it away. This is not the case in Mongolia where every strand of grass counts like a diamond. I didn’t realize what a massive abundance of green plants we have here in Sweden.
things but something about asking about the past was a bit weird. It was like even if we asked about the past they answered with the now. I don’t know if it was lost in translation or if they have a different way of looking at the past. However it was hard to keep pushing about the past when you got weird answers. When Torjus for ex asked about traditional footwear, they said they still do that. then he asked if they had some in camp and first they said yes but when they started understanding more what he meant then they said no. So I was thinking that maybe to them, thraditional footwear, is the stuff they wear now. As if the past isn’t really important to them any longer if they’re not still using it, and if they’re still using it it wouldn’t be the past anymore but the now.