In meeting the place, one enters into delicate contact with culture and history as intimately as possible. But we were, and we remain, absolutely foreign bodies for this landscape.
Archival texts and historical memories contributed to a complex and slightly removed view of the caves. We knew that German troops knew of the existence of Kvithellhula, which is located near Hasvik, very close to the road, and is clearly visible from the sea. We had a certain idea about the landscape and about the interior of the cave itself, and the image was integral before the first encounter with the local winds and the sea.
There was no mention of the wind in the texts, although it is necessary to listen and observe its power constantly. Perhaps this is true if one is outside but not inside; maybe this is why the wind was silent in the texts.
In Hasvik, the wind determines everyday life. It determines movement and position. The wind can lock the body into a very confined space, strip it of visibility, envelop it in a dense, blinding white veil, hiding the landscape in the depth of its power. The wind can make the body sick.