Every summer for several years I have had a few brief and superficial conversations with a farmer. He hunts, cuts down forests, and is a grain farmer, among other things. It would be unfair to draw too harsh conclusions from these conversations, but from experience from elsewhere I can probably come pretty close to this:

"Here we have farmed the land and lived off the land for a long, long time..."

He asserts his place and his right to exist by claiming old ancestry on his farm and around the area. The whole thing is so old that it is hardly possible to trace it if anyone even tried... He has grown together and become one with the soil for several generations through hard work and farmer pride.

"SLU has been here and they found lots."

There is also something special about the forest as it is "more species-rich in animals than you would think."

Keep up the appearance with silence or straight answers and don't overdo it, but always hold others down with a look of distrust. Be difficult and easygoing at the same time.

What you own is somehow always better through the provision of home blindness. What others have is worse. If you buy it, it is immediately transformed into something fantastic with high value. Of course, these are simple people who believe more in what they can do with their hands than anything else.


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With good reason, many farmers are suspicious. They themselves need almost nothing from outsiders and even more so from strangers, as they often become more or less self-sufficient with hunting, fishing, trading with each other, etc. Nor is it a question of them suffering from paranoia about protecting their plots of land, forests, and their livelihood.

I believe that many of them want to defend their soothing solitude; a calm and a stillness, their caressing view of nature and, above all, to cherish their lifestyle.

To nurture stability, security, be free from all fuss.
To be one with nature. To be a part of the life cycle.