An Enemy of the People in Oslo

by Rimini Protokoll



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Name: Torkil Thorsteinsen
Age: 53
District: Grünerløkka
Nationality: Norwegian
I live on my own in a three-room flat.

I am a taxi-driver for Oslo Taxi company.

I belong to the chameleons and thrive everywhere, the ones taking care of the others, the social ones, the ones who like to travel and experience new things, the ones liking dance-band music, the ones who speak when something is wrong, the people who clean and needs to have everything in it's place, the sports interested, the ones who eat everything, the ones who love to cook traditional food, the ones who are being mentioned in a song, the ones who will not install a dishwasher because it smells so nice when the dishes is done by hand, the ones who enjoy taking a beer with the boys and the ones who are fond of the ladies, but I do not belong to the people who enjoy getting up early in the morning, the people who argue or the people who are into politics.

When I was 10 my brother died in a wood-machine accident. My father had a heart attack because of it, and so we decided to move from Hedmark to Oslo – where my older brothers also lived. I started school at Møllergata, and this was quite a change for a little boy who was used to the small schools in the countryside. I had never met people from Pakistan before, and the Pinto-brothers from Portugal became my best friends. I did all kinds of sports; swimming, handball, football. I was teased for my farmers’ dialect, but I managed to fit in. Everything about Oslo is fine, after three-four days in my childhood smalltown Atna something is missing – it is too quiet. I am used to having people around me all the time. I probably live in Oslo in 10 years time, even though I plan to go living in Spain or Brasil. I love winter and all that – but I also love beachlife. And Copacabana is somewhat different to Huk – more to rest ones eye on, to put it that way. The bad thing about Oslo is that there is nowhere for grown-ups to eat and dance.

There is a lot of truth and sense in the saying the strongest man in the world is the most alone. I have felt it myself.

The biggest turning-point in my life probably was when I was a small kid and we moved away from the countryside to the city because my brother died.

For the performance I am walking down to my friend Marit and then we go together to the theatre.