When this magazine started before I even joined the staff, there was a dream that everyone here shared. They dreamt of Plato’s Kallipolis; a city with a beautiful soul to match its art-like aesthetic. It is nothing short of a stunning miracle that the real world city that inspired this dream was the very same one I call home. Bergen, Norway is more than a home to me and my friends. It is home to a dream; a forward-looking dream that a city could do anything as long as it empowers its citizens. I admit that I am more than eager to tell you all the little spots that make Bergen blissful; ice cream by the hills, fish soup at cafés, walking by the waterfront, and so much more. But I am more interested in conveying to you what makes Bergen tick rather than how or where it ticks.
What I love most about Bergen is its honesty. It is a small city, it does not seek to compete with Paris or New York. It is a city of pragmatic professionals and idealistic youths; it isn’t waiting for its time in the sun, it gets too little in the winter and too much in the summer. Bergen isn’t waiting for spring after a harsh winter or waiting for day after a long night. Bergen is all about relishing the now. Nestled in between mountains that touch the clouds and waters that flow to the ocean is Bergen. It just sits there content and full of sincerity.