Den våte vinden fra Bergen pisket mot vindusruten.

The wet wind from Bergen whipped against the window pane.

Hilde og Lars så på hverandre.

Hilde and Lars looked at each other.

Det var tid for strikkesirkelen.

It was time for the knitting circle.

Strikkesirkelen var noe alle i Bergen visste om.

The knitting circle was something everyone in Bergen knew about.

En gammel tradisjon, fylt med hygge og varm te.

An old tradition, filled with coziness and warm tea.

Hilde og Lars bodde sammen i bergen.

Hilde and Lars lived together in Bergen.

De var gode venner.

They were good friends.

Hilde likte å strikke.

Hilde liked to knit.

Lars likte også å strikke.

Lars also liked to knit.

Lars var ikke like god som Hilde, men han lærte fort.

Lars wasn't as good as Hilde, but he learned quickly.

Det regnet ofte i Bergen.

It often rained in Bergen.

Men inni strikkesirkelen, var det alltid varmt og koselig.

But inside the knitting circle, it was always warm and cozy.

Alle satt rundt, med strikkepinnene i hendene.

Everyone sat around, with their knitting needles in hand.

De snakket og lo masse.

They talked and laughed a lot.

Alle likte hverandres selskap.

Everyone enjoyed each other's company.

Ingenting kunne være bedre.

Nothing could be better.

Men en dag, kom det en uventet endring.

But one day, an unexpected change came.

Strikkesirkelen var ikke det samme lenger.

The knitting circle was not the same anymore.

En tråd ble rotet sammen.

A thread got tangled.

Uklart hvordan det skjedde.

Unclear how it happened.

Tråder fra ulike prosjekter virket sammenfiltret.

Threads from different projects seemed intertwined.

Hilde og Lars måtte se på med store øyne.

Hilde and Lars had to look on in amazement.

De tenkte begge det samme.

They both thought the same thing.

Hvordan skulle de løse dette?

How were they going to solve this?

Tråden så ut som en stor floke.

The thread looked like a big knot.

Men de måtte prøve.

But they had to try.

Strikkesirkelen måtte fortsette.

The knitting circle had to continue.

Hilde tok tak i floken først.

Hilde tried to tackle the knot first.

Hun prøvde å dra litt, men den var for stram.

She attempted to pull it a bit, but it was too tight.

Lars kom for å hjelpe.

Lars came to help.

De jobbet sammen for å prøve å løse floken.

They worked together to try and untangle the knot.

Noen ganger, virket det håpløst.

At times, it seemed hopeless.

Floken var stor og stram.

The knot was big and tight.

Men de hadde bestemt seg.

But they had made up their minds.

De ville ikke gi opp.

They wouldn't give up.

Og så, etter mange timer, skjedde det noe magisk.

And then, after many hours, something magical happened.

Floken begynte å løsne.

The knot started to loosen.

De klarte å trekke trådene fra hverandre.

They managed to pull the threads apart.

Det var en god følelse.

It was a good feeling.

Da alle trådene var løsnet, jublet alle.

When all the threads were untangled, everyone cheered.

Hilde og Lars var glade.

Hilde and Lars were happy.

Strikkesirkelen kunne fortsette.

The knitting circle could continue.

Det var en god dag.

It was a good day.

De lærte at tillit og tålmodighet fører til seier.

They learned that trust and patience lead to victory.

De lærte at når ting går galt, er det ikke alltid slutten.

They learned that when things go wrong, it's not always the end.

Noen ganger, er det kanskje begynnelsen på noe bedre.

Sometimes, it might be the start of something better.

Så, i regnfulle Bergen, fortsatte strikkesirkelen å møtes.

So, in rainy Bergen, the knitting circle continued to meet.

De lo mer, de strikket mer og drakk mer te.

They laughed more, knitted more, and drank more tea.

Og den rotete floken?

And the tangled knot?

Den hang på veggen.

It hung on the wall.

En påminnelse om at alle floker kan løses, uansett hvor store de er.

A reminder that all knots can be unraveled, no matter how big they are.