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A Sea Bird

A The Sea Bird During the occupation of Norway when many fled to Sweden or England the new generation has forgotten that in their hatred of refugees. I remembered a seabird called Alke which was snared It was a big bird and needed hours to cook and served with boiled potatoes and brown gravy which I liked but I was not keen on the bird it tasted of cod-liver oil but had to eat some meat usually through tears and mother hitting me over the head with a wooden spoon. After the war and little work in factories, the alke was hunted to near extinction, luckily it was saved in time. The Norwegians see the world through a fog of self- inflicted fear feel inundated by a few migrants, now that the oil price has fallen they would like to see the newcomers, like the alke, become a rarity

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