It is Pentecost, or Whit Sunday as some people say. Or pinse, as we say in Norway. It is a religious feast (the descent of the Holy Sprit), but as it is in my community; we don’t go to the church. We go to the nearest beach in the afternoon. We light a fire and stay there, eating grilled sausages and drinking some beer or something. Often untill the early morning. It doesn’t matter if it rains, if it is only 8 degrees, or if we are eaten by mosquitos. We go out. More or less the whole community. Like last night, when I attended a fire made by some people nearby, and we stayed there until long after midnight. Yesterday (and today) was a nice Pentecost. About 20 degrees in the daytime, maybe 8 at night. But since we had a fire we got really warm. And since it is almost June it doesn’t get dark at night. It is a lovely time of the year.