A Google Map of Norway Norway, up in the northwest corner of Europe, is shaped something like a long, raggedy teardrop. The first time I ever visited Norway, arriving on a ferry from Denmark, I saw its southern coast, and I remember thinking: "It's a damned rock!" My father, and my mother's parents, were born in Norway, rather to the left side of the wide bulge below the name, "Norway" on the map; my father, right on the coast, and my maternal grandparents a bit north and back from the coast. In the middle of the wide part of the country, and farther south, is a small town, Rjukan, up in the mountains, but deep down in a narrow valley; so deep that in the winter, the sun is too low in the sky to shine down on the town. In winter, the people who live in Rjukan have to take a tram up the mountainside to see the sun. Until recently. Recently, the town built a complex of computer-controlled mirrors up on the mountainside to reflect winter sunlig...
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