As a resident at the gravel road ends at Rölösjön in wolf territory called Kölstareviret considered I be glesbygdsbo and afflicted by a "direct interference in their lives that no one takes responsibility for". I have no hunting license or recent statistics-track, but I have a few decades of experience of living in the forest. I know what it is to run mobiltäckningsfri oplogad winter forest road with snöskovel, bow saw, gravel bucket and snowmobile suit in the trunk of the car. I know what it is to have 13 degrees in the kitchen, fetch drinking water with the yoke from the woods and not being able to sleep because of Trandansen.

It's okay, and I never move.

On my farm live many years, horses and cats and summer grazing heifers. I ride or wander often alone in the woods and pick berries and mushrooms or just njutgår. And here I am never afraid. Afraid I possibly when I go into town or driving in busy traffic.

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