I grew up in the 80's in Norway; a time where the cold war hang as a constant black cloud in a everybodys mind in a little country that had been occupied during ww2 and the post traumas that follows.

I dont think its obvious that children in my time and my surroundings should feel this things body-wise...after all; the US and USSRs power struggle was a bit abstract and far away and the invasion  distant in time. Still...this was a huge what you only can imagen have no earthly limit  to the size they grow into and this became sometimes consuming; the absolute feeling of powerlessness...the surreality of nations...the despair of destruction... the un-nature of it...and above all; fear of death...your own and those you love.

I dont know how this has affected me...im not afraid anymore but i sure has a despise for civilasation in many ways...and the constructions called borders i will never completely understand .

For what is worth i feel i need to work with this...for my own sake...and though i thought i might be through with this with "AIRBORDERS" but to be honest; there are too many battles and borders inside.Yet.