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That stung. Anna’s father had lost a brother in the war. HC saw her flinch and softened his voice.

HC took the telegram back, folded it carefully, and tucked it next to his heart. “Tomorrow. The first rig is a rust bucket held together by hope. But hope, Anna—hope is the one resource we’ve never drilled for.” Lykkeland -State of Happiness- - season 1 -HC E...

She stepped closer. “And what about the ones who don’t want oil? What about the fjords? The cod? My mother’s grave is up on that hill, HC. She used to say the sea was our only honest neighbor.” That stung

“I’ve been called a dreamer so many times I’ve started to wear it as a name,” he said. “But dreams don’t fill freezers. And right now, every young person in this town is packing for Bergen or Oslo—or worse, they’re sitting on the dock drinking cheap beer because the herring left and never came back.” HC took the telegram back, folded it carefully,

HC Eriksen stood at the edge of the harbor, the North Sea wind cutting through his wool coat like a disappointed father. Behind him, the fishing boats creaked in their berths, their nets hanging slack. In front of him—nothing but gray water and the impossible promise of oil.