Det var en klar og kjølig høstmorgen i Bergen.

It was a clear and chilly autumn morning in Bergen.

Sverre, en sliten fisker, gikk langsomt mot politistasjonen.

Sverre, a weary fisherman, walked slowly towards the police station.

Bladene virvlet rundt føttene hans da en lett bris blåste inn fra fjorden.

Leaves swirled around his feet as a light breeze blew in from the fjord.

Sverre hadde jobbet hele natten.

Sverre had worked all night.

Øynene hans var tunge av søvnmangel, men han hadde ingen tid å miste.

His eyes were heavy with lack of sleep, but he had no time to lose.

Han måtte anmelde tyveriet.

He needed to report the theft.

Politistasjonen i Bergen var travel.

The police station in Bergen was busy.

Folk kom og gikk, og en konstant summing av stemmer fylte lufta.

People came and went, and a constant buzzing of voices filled the air.

Sverre åpnet døren og gikk inn.

Sverre opened the door and went inside.

Inne i det store rommet var Ingrid, som satt bak resepsjonen.

Inside the large room was Ingrid, sitting behind the reception desk.

Hun la merke til Sverres slitne ansikt og vinket ham varmt bort til skranken.

She noticed Sverre's tired face and warmly waved him over to the counter.

"Heisann, hva kan jeg hjelpe deg med i dag?

"Hello, how can I help you today?"

" spurte Ingrid med et oppriktig smil.

Ingrid asked with a genuine smile.

Hun var kjend for sin empati og var alltid klar til å lytte.

She was known for her empathy and was always ready to listen.

Sverre nølte.

Sverre hesitated.

"Jeg.

"I...

jeg har mista fiskeutstyret mitt," sa han endelig.

I've lost my fishing gear," he finally said.

Stemmen hans var lav og flau.

His voice was low and embarrassed.

"Det var noen som stjal det fra meg.

"Someone stole it from me.

Jeg vet at det bare er gammelt fiskeutstyr, men det er alt jeg har.

I know it's just old fishing equipment, but it's all I have."

"Ingrid lyttet nøye og nikket forståelsesfullt.

Ingrid listened carefully and nodded understandingly.

"Det høres forferdelig ut, Sverre.

"That sounds terrible, Sverre.

Fiskeutstyret er viktigere enn man skulle tro.

Fishing gear is more important than one might think.

Det er levebrødet ditt.

It’s your livelihood."

""Ja," sa Sverre, "jeg var usikker på om jeg skulle komme.

"Yes," Sverre said, "I was unsure about coming.

Jeg trenger hver krone jeg tjener, og jeg tenkte kanskje ingen ville bry seg.

I need every penny I earn, and I thought maybe no one would care."

"Ingrid la en hånd på hans.

Ingrid placed a hand on his.

"Vi bryr oss, Sverre.

"We care, Sverre.

Jeg skal sørge for at dette blir prioritert.

I'll make sure this is prioritized.

Du skal ikke føle deg alene.

You shouldn’t feel alone."

"Sverre var overrasket.

Sverre was surprised.

Han hadde ikke forventet slik støtte.

He hadn't expected such support.

"Takk, Ingrid.

"Thank you, Ingrid.

Dette betyr mye for meg.

This means a lot to me."

"Ingrid noterte alt ned og ga Sverre klare instrukser om hva som skulle skje videre.

Ingrid noted everything down and gave Sverre clear instructions on what would happen next.

"Vi skal gjøre vårt beste.

"We’ll do our best.

Jeg lover å holde deg oppdatert.

I promise to keep you updated."

"På vei ut fra politistasjonen, følte Sverre seg lettere til sinns.

On his way out of the police station, Sverre felt lighter at heart.

Den kalde høstvinden var en påminnelse om utfordringene han fortsatt ville møte, men nå hadde han et glimt av håp.

The cold autumn wind was a reminder of the challenges he would still face, but now he had a glimmer of hope.

Han visste at han ikke var alene, og at samfunnet rundt ham ville hjelpe.

He knew he wasn't alone, and that the community around him would help.

Sverre lærte en viktig lekse den dagen: Det er greit å be om hjelp, og noen ganger er vi sterkere sammen enn alene.

Sverre learned an important lesson that day: It's okay to ask for help, and sometimes we are stronger together than alone.

Han vendte tilbake til sitt arbeis, klar til å fortsette å kjempe for sin familie.

He returned to his work, ready to continue fighting for his family.

Og i hjertet hans brant et takknemlig lys for Ingrid og hennes godhet.

And in his heart burned a grateful light for Ingrid and her kindness.