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Almost 50 years ago right Now. One winter evening, I was sitting in a classroom at a school in Hydal. It was a town hall meeting in a torrent. I had arrived a little early in the day, stopped at a boarding house down the road and got a room for the night. It’s too late to go back to Lillehammer and Dagengen.
When the meeting is over, I went back to the boarding house, called Dagningen and read the most important things on the dictaphone. What it was, I do not remember. I remember very little, but I remember Mayor Ola Dahl. In time, I will also understand why I remember politician and man Ola Dahl. Since then, some meetings have been held in the municipalities, districts, the trade union movement and in Parliament.
It was very interestingIt gave me experience and knowledge of society, democracy or democracy if you will, how it works and how little it takes before it doesn’t work.
however It is the encounter with the most powerful people in me. All shop hostesses, men and women of almost all ages, from all parts of this country, from the largest cities and the smallest villages. Not necessarily the most famous of men and women, perhaps the least of them, but those who came to school in Heidal this winter evening in the early 1970s. And those who have attended since then, in all seasons, who sacrifice their free time and contribute in their own way to making the necessary decisions and taking the necessary decisions, so that this society revolves and does not collapse.
They have one thing in common These men and women. They show respect and humility to the task, and the position they have taken. And they have respect for each other, like-minded opponents. They understood that this was something greater than themselves. That there are laws, rules, norms and frameworks for political action. That it is allowed to fight for the cause, but that fighting must be fought where battles must be fought, and that those who end up in the minority bow to the majority if nothing else is decided.
It is not easy for everyone, but those who have understood it, know that this is the case, and this is how it ought to be in a democratic society. No matter how important it is to put this aside, no man, no woman is so great, nor so important in their eyes nor in the eyes of others. There is no room for exception, no place to go your way, no goal that sanctifies the means.
This is taken for granted. Yes, is that it? Or are we taking it for granted that we don’t see the risks. That what we see in Poland, Hungary and even in countries with which we would like to compare ourselves, cannot happen here. That when someone challenges our democracy, our weak democracy, consciously or unconsciously with or without knowledge and will, but after all, yes, we can’t see it. Perhaps we do not want to see him, or perhaps those with such a good cause, such a good argument that we allow ourselves to be deceived. They are right, we are wrong. I do not know. But what I do know is; What we have is more valuable than what we lose.
Sometimes I think of this winter’s evening and hidal. In this chapter where each of them sat at his desk and showed signs of voting or left at that, whichever it was. But no matter what they did, they did it with the group they belonged to.
That’s what they do, those who understand it!
Gunnar Tori Larsen, Lillehammer
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