In the land of the midnight sun, there was a midnight moon, full over Lake Sommen. And, the trees, tall, dark pines, stood out against an indigo sky.
In a land of runes and ruins and standing stones, there is a deep faith--and a sense of well-being, in which when two cars approach on a narrow bridge each will wait for the other to go first.
In the past there have been pillages and pilgrimages. And now Swedes, on the brink of an election, struggle with questions of who can come to this land of the midnight sun and what might the next generations of Swedes look like.