Suddenly Håvard started to sound like an old Sami man. He said it was a local yoik form the area, but I couldn't quite remember where we were. I sat down by the fire and listen as Kristian grabbed his banjo and joined Håvard. Rolf nervously blew into the harmonica and Markus stared into the fire like it was trying to tell him something. I picked up my notebook and scribbled down the scene, I knew I wouldn't remember it the morning after.
Stills: Kristian Matsson Film: Rolf Nylinder Sound: Kristian, Rolf and Håvard Stubö