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\u00ab\u00a0De longues ann\u00e9es pass\u00e8rent. (…) Un jour il reprit la route, le spath de son pays natal autour du cou (…) \u00e0 nouveau, le fils de l’arbre-monde entra dans la constellation de la baleine. (…) Il ferma les yeux et sourit\u00a0\u00bb\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

————————————–Michel Onfray \/ Chap.6, le retour au pays natal, \u00ab\u00a0La constellation de la baleine\u00a0\u00bb.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Apr\u00e8s avoir partag\u00e9 la vie des habitants de <\/span>Christiania<\/a>, la communaut\u00e9 libertaire de Copenhague, j\u2019ai pris la route et suis parti plus au Nord, sur les traces du cercle arctique, loin du bruit, des communaut\u00e9s, le temps d\u2019int\u00e9grer ce que je devais retenir de mon exp\u00e9rience en <\/span>ville libre<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sans autre carte que celle de remonter aux origines d\u2019un nom de famille, le mien, dont je ne sais rien sinon ses sonorit\u00e9s vikings, j\u2019ai err\u00e9 de villes en rivages, de rivages en ports, de ports\u00a0en \u00eeles, embarquant dans toutes sortes de\u00a0navires, jusqu\u2019au cap Nord.<\/p>\n

Au gr\u00e9 des opportunit\u00e9s, des orages, de ce que la solitude m\u2019ordonnait de faire, j\u2019ai march\u00e9 dans les for\u00eats Su\u00e9doises, sur la toundra norv\u00e9gienne, dans les mar\u00e9cages finlandais. Dormant dehors la plupart du temps, baign\u00e9 d\u2019un jour qui ne renonce jamais et qui vous poursuit jusque dans vos r\u00eaves, j\u2019en suis revenu avec ce corpus d\u2019images huit semaines plus tard.<\/p>\n

C\u2019est un voyage o\u00f9 je suis all\u00e9 les sens d\u00e9r\u00e9gl\u00e9s, libre de ce que m\u2019avait offert Copenhague, amn\u00e9sique d\u00e9j\u00e0 de Paris, pour y parler aux quatre \u00e9l\u00e9ments\u00a0: l\u2019air, l\u2019eau, la terre et le feu, fondamentalement; mais aussi, peut-\u00eatre, pour cracher au visage de la\u00a0mort, l\u00e0 o\u00f9 elle se cache, c\u2019est \u00e0 dire au Nord, derri\u00e8re l\u2019horizon, ce que l\u2019on fait durant les marches en direction des terres qui ont une fin.<\/p>\n

C\u2019est un berceau qui m\u2019attendait, confus\u00e9ment je le savais : l\u00e0-bas il y avait des p\u00e8res, des g\u00e9ographies intimes qui connaissaient mon nom, et m\u00eame si la r\u00e9ciproque ne fut pas vraie je suis all\u00e9 vers eux comme on va vers soi, esp\u00e9rant en retour d’humaines questions, des r\u00e9ponses d\u2019air, d\u2019eau, de terre et de feu.<\/p>\n

Un voyage heureux en somme, heureux de la m\u00e9lancolie d\u2019\u00eatre revenu \u00ab\u00a0au commencement\u00a0\u00bb, et si je me suis tromp\u00e9 de route peu importe\u00a0: l\u00e0-bas j\u2019\u00e9tais seul, seul avec les dieux du Nord, j\u2019ai march\u00e9 vers eux et face \u00e0 leurs enfants, mes fr\u00e8res, face au vent de Bor\u00e9e et aux r\u00e2les de l\u2019arctique.<\/p>\n

C\u2019est un voyage jusqu\u2019au bout du jour, une conversation d’avec ceux qui furent avant moi, une \u00e9treinte, un cri peut-\u00eatre, des retrouvailles apr\u00e8s une longue absence, une longue absence en terre septentrionne.<\/p>\n

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After having shared the lives of the inhabitants of Christiania<\/a>, \u00a0the autonomous community of Copenhagen, I hit the road further North towards the Arctic Circle, far from the noise, the communities – just long enough to take in all I had to remember of my experience in a free town<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n

With no other guidance than the wish to go back to the origins of a family name \u2013 mine \u2013 of which I know nothing, save for its Viking sonorities, I roamed from towns to shores, shores to harbors, harbors\u00a0to islands, boarding in all kind of ships, until I reached the North Cape.<\/span><\/p>\n

At the mercy of opportunities, thunderstorms, and solitude’s biddings, I walked in Swedish forests, on Norwegian tundras, and in Finnish marshes. Sleeping outdoors most of the time, basking in a day that never ends, that follows you into your dreams, I came back with this corpus of images eight weeks later\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

This is a journey I embarked on with disarrayed senses \u2013 free from what Copenhagen had offered me, quickly forgetful of Paris \u2013 in order to speak to the four elements: air, water, earth and fire fundamentally ; but also, maybe, to spit in the face of death, wherever she be hiding, that is up North, behind the horizon, doing what one does during walks towards lands that have an end.<\/span><\/p>\n

This was a cradle awaiting me, I could vaguely sense it: out there, there were fathers, intimate geographies which knew my name, and even if this wasn’t mutual, I went towards them as one goes towards oneself, hoping for human questions in return, answers made of air, earth, land and fire.<\/span><\/p>\n

A happy journey, overall, happy of the melancholia of having come back \u201cto the beginning\u201d, and if ever I took the wrong path, it doesn’t matter: there, I was alone, alone with the Gods of the North; I walked towards them, facing their children, my brothers\u00a0: facing the Boreal wind and the wails of the Arctic.<\/span><\/p>\n

This was a journey to the end of the day, a conversation with those who were there before me, an embrace, a cry perhaps, a reunion after a long absence, a long absence in Septentrional land.<\/span><\/p>\n

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