Sorvaer – Soroya Island – Amsterdam – London
I arrived in Hammerfest, Norway, by hitchhiking all the way from Amsterdam after a month of working in a hostel, visiting the Van Gogh museum every day, and painting. Hammerfest is the world’s northern-most arctic town. I heard that in the summertime, Norwegians take long vacations in southern Europe, and there is a demand for labor at fish factories. Working in Norway was an opportunity to earn unbelievably good amounts of money, but finding a job was not a simple task.
The shape of Norway is narrow and long; fish factories can be found in small villages along the coastline, which otherwise consists of breathtaking fjords, mountains, forests, and sporadically a human habitat. Eventually, I found work in a rural location, a small fishing village called Sorvaer on the western tip of the Island of Soroya, accessible by ferry from Hammerfest only. The work required a lot of physical effort, diligence, and high self-discipline. I enjoyed it, and the Norwegians liked to have me in their fish processing teams, as I was as fast in slicing and cleaning fishes as they were. Most importantly, I met the woman I shared my life with for the next 28 years. Dalit arrived at the Island with friends from her kibbutz in Israel who worked there before. I thought, if you travel all the way to the north arctic sea and fall in love – your destiny must have been written in the stars. Together we kept traveling to India and Nepal, we built a home first in Israel and later in Los Angeles, and we created one unique masterpiece – our son Tomer.