My neighbor’s name is Ánne Helena and she is Sámi. Ánne Helena is so tired of educating Swedes about the traumas of her people that she could puke, but I guess she has given up on us figuring it out for ourselves. From her, I know about how the state took away the Sámi people’s land and culture, and these days the Sámi are just supposed to exist as a colorful, exotic flavor. And how the land available to them keeps shrinking and shrinking. How their way of life is hardly possible anymore.
