The Hideous Heart

The Hideous Heart of Scandinavia Morning in Oslo, from my hotel room I see many roofs most of them of the same design; tidy, I wondered if they employed a roof sweeper. Social democracy in action cold and efficient not given to surface passion, even their home grown terrorists is boring but dangerous. Streets in Oslo are clean too so spotless they look somehow defenceless and slightly obscene. The citizens are restraint, tolerantly wait for traffic light to turn green so the can cross even if no cars are coming. But there is another Oslo especially at weekends when people drink an enormous about of beer fight breaks out and knives shine in moonlit nights. The lust for murder hark backs to a shared cataleptic memory; and you know there is a pent-up passion In the hideous heart of Scandinavia