My story
“A troll am I. Big and tall.” I sing in one of my songs. For I am big and tall. When you see me sitting at Gratishaugen, I measure almost 7 meters. Big and tall may sound dangerous, but that’s not the case. I am a good troll.
The moose and the mouse were the first ones I met when I came to Holmenkollen. They told me where I had come, pointing at the ski jump, and that is how I got my name.
Before sunrise this place was rather empty and quiet. A little later, however, a lot of people arrived, most of them children. After a while, I understood why. It was 10 March, 2002, and the Children’s ski festival. I don’t know much about dates, but the place was crowded with children that day, and they were all skiing. For a while I believed that all children have skis on their feet all the time. Now I know they don’t.
You may wonder how I got to Holmenkollen? Well, you see, I used to live in peace and quiet deep in the forest, but then one day I met a fellow named Nils Aas. They say he is a sculptor. I don’t know exactly what that is, but he took me to Gratishaugen, where he thought I would like to sit and look at all the people. I think he may have had a second reason; that it would be good for people to meet a troll. In the old days, we trolls let people see us more often. Unfortunately, many people think we are bad and burst when the sun is shining. Only bad trolls burst in the sun. Good trolls, like us, don’t. So I guess I will sit here at Gratishaugen in sunshine and rain, looking at what is going on. I have company, though. Little Troll came along one day, and has stayed here since. When he is not out to see the world, he often sits on my lap watching what is happening on the hill. If you are lucky, you will meet him when you come to see me.
Greetings from Kollen Troll
The moose and the mouse were the first ones I met when I came to Holmenkollen. They told me where I had come, pointing at the ski jump, and that is how I got my name.
Before sunrise this place was rather empty and quiet. A little later, however, a lot of people arrived, most of them children. After a while, I understood why. It was 10 March, 2002, and the Children’s ski festival. I don’t know much about dates, but the place was crowded with children that day, and they were all skiing. For a while I believed that all children have skis on their feet all the time. Now I know they don’t.
You may wonder how I got to Holmenkollen? Well, you see, I used to live in peace and quiet deep in the forest, but then one day I met a fellow named Nils Aas. They say he is a sculptor. I don’t know exactly what that is, but he took me to Gratishaugen, where he thought I would like to sit and look at all the people. I think he may have had a second reason; that it would be good for people to meet a troll. In the old days, we trolls let people see us more often. Unfortunately, many people think we are bad and burst when the sun is shining. Only bad trolls burst in the sun. Good trolls, like us, don’t. So I guess I will sit here at Gratishaugen in sunshine and rain, looking at what is going on. I have company, though. Little Troll came along one day, and has stayed here since. When he is not out to see the world, he often sits on my lap watching what is happening on the hill. If you are lucky, you will meet him when you come to see me.
Greetings from Kollen Troll
