A dripping sound could be heard in the old troll cave. At this time of year, it was a sure sign of trouble. The Arctic was melting, and the roar of snowmobiles had fallen silent. In their place, one could hear the splashing of puddles spreading across Longyearbyen. Reflected in …
„My first meeting with Svalbard was my way back to life”. On mania, depression and recovery Tor Kristian Berge
