It arrived. The one document that makes everything irreversible. It makes me catch my breath. I get emotional opening the thick envelope from the US embassy in Oslo. They returned my passport, canceled. That's what makes the envelope thick. The rest are slim papers: The actual Certificate of Loss of Nationality of the United States, with several sheets attached. The first one tells me my options if I want to reconsider my loss, and the next ones are a set of the paperwork I signed at the embassy, now embossed with the embassy's seal.
My eyes skim the papers, seeing dates. Renunciation date. Processing date. Dates that show actions and decisions. Final acts. Final decisions.
I tear up again.
Also in the envelope, a receipt I am to return in an enclosed envelope, confirming receipt of the other stuff. The instructions say to return this receipt as soon as possible to complete the renunciation service.
I have to buy stamps.
But first, I need to breathe. However much I've wanted this, it is still emotional. Norway is my only country now, for better or worse.
OK, thinking that actually helped.
Pest. Another "false friend". A pest in English can be a bug or a rat, or a very annoying person. But "pest" as used in Norwegian changed the destiny of Bergen. "Pest" in Norwegian means the plague. The plague or Black Death (in Norwegian, Svartedauden) was first registered in Norway in Oslo 1348, and the eastern part of Norway was hit the hardest. A ship from England carrying the plague docked in Bergen in 1349. At that time, Bergen was the political center of Norway, the seat of both the church and the king. Bergen was not officially Norway's capital, but certainly had had that role since the middle of the thirteenth century. (Oslo was established as Norway's official capital in 1313.)
In only two years, half of Norway's population was wiped out. In Bergen, the loss of half the population included the educated, and those representing the church, politics, finances and culture. The aftermath of the plague in Bergen opened the door to the Hanseatic league, turning Bergen into a Hansa office. The Hanseats traded in grain, a commodity plague-stricken Norway desperately needed as most of the farmers had died. With the influx of needed food and new people, Bergen and other parts of Norway started to regrow and prosper. The Hanseats traded out of Bergen for about 400 years, mostly in dried fish.
In Norwegian, if you have to make a tough decision between two equally undesirable choices, it is called choosing between plague and cholera ("et valg mellom pest og kolera").
The Daily Prompt: Pest
Time to look back in order to look ahead. Or not, considering how awful 2016 was.
2016 was rough. Thanks to social media, it felt like one beloved and/or influencial public figure after another left us in a continuous stream throughout the year. Even for those of us not experiencing death personally, there were other things that hit hard, like the US election and other events. I am still upset on behalf of the 1/3 of my immediate co-workers who were downsized out of their jobs this fall.
I think we all need good news moving forward, so that's my wish for all of us: That 2017 heals the hurts of 2016 and gives us good news.
Happy New Year That's Not 2016!