By: Sig Fredriksen
America always seemed so big and distant for a small-town guy from Northern-Norway, used to reindeers (the non-flying kind) wandering around and skiing to get places in the winter. Of course Hollywood had given me a certain impression of the United States as a place where funny, yet romantic, situations are a very normal (and capitalized on) part of daily life and explosions happen all the time, but most people are too cool to even glance at them. I wasn’t really sure what to expect.
Having stayed here for nearly six months now, I am left with several impressions. Apparently, President Obama is the reincarnation of the devil; I have yet to learn the details about the change of attitude from the pictures that were displayed across the world, showing him cheered on by a sea of people. And it is not exactly reassuring that some of those who want to replace him appear to be suffering from short term memory loss (this is a crack at Rick Perry but since I’ve noticed that many Americans do not watch the news anyways you might not get this) Another topic that has been thrown around a lot is talk about the big debt to China. It makes me wonder who would loan out so much money that I hadn’t even heard the number used in a serious sentence before I saw it on the news here, one trillion aka 1,000,000,000,000, and you owe 15 of those bad-boys. But despite all these problems, people don’t seem to be too worried about it, I guess people are used to being tired of the President and the nation’s problems. I have found its better to focus on the little things, the little, good, sugarcoated things. I am referring, of course, to Skittles, and when the prices on these little orbs of love reach 60 Kroners, then, it will be time to move somewhere else.