Migration

J Jan Oskar Hansen Jan Oskar Hansen
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Migration In this rich flat landscape there are no stones they had to travel to the far mountain and with mule and cart it was a long arduous journey. Stones were only used as base for houses and as grave stones, but since these were stolen so this practice ended, the dead had to do with wooden crosses which tend to rot when it rains. Farmers buried their stones under a mass of soil, for safety mounds of them dotted the flat landscape and made it less monotone. Modern time, a railway line stretches across the land and ends in a haze were the mountain begins, stones are now a common thing, way, all and sundry has one, the poorest even have gravelled strewn back yards. A clever man decided to open a rise and sell stones a souvenir as a memory of the past, when life was idyllic, but he found a mass grave, not only human skeletons but also household goods, toys and musical instruments.

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