I had to go to Bengtfors in October 2016.
They called it the place that god forgot.
I decided to head there on my bike, a 700 km journey through scandinavia in 13 days. I wanted to trace, feel , earn the landscape. Learn to speak its language, or at least try to. Every place has a unique identity that is not readily perceptible through speed and common means of transport. Being physically engaged with it starts the dialogue.