Snøen hadde så vidt begynt å smelte.

The snow had just begun to melt.

Isbiter knuste under føttene.

Ice cubes crunched underfoot.

Det var tidlig vår.

It was early spring.

Gården lå stille mellom de høye fjellene.

The farm lay quietly between the high mountains.

En tid for endring, men også for minner.

A time for change, but also for memories.

Eirik sto i fjøsdøra, så utover jordene.

Eirik stood in the barn door, gazing over the fields.

Han drømte om en moderne gård.

He dreamed of a modern farm.

Astrid kom gående bortover stien.

Astrid came walking along the path.

Hun hadde alltid elsket familiens tradisjoner.

She had always loved the family's traditions.

Eirik, sa hun, du vet vi må forberede til samlingen.

"Eirik," she said, "you know we have to prepare for the gathering.

Vi må hedre familien.

We must honor the family."

Eirik smilte, men han tenkte på traktorer og teknologi.

Eirik smiled, but he thought of tractors and technology.

Astrid, vi må tenke på fremtiden.

"Astrid, we must think of the future.

Hvorfor klamrer vi oss til fortiden?

Why do we cling to the past?"

Astrid så bort.

Astrid looked away.

Eirik, det er ting du ikke forstår.

"Eirik, there are things you don't understand.

En hemmelighet.

A secret.

Det er derfor vi må fortsette som før.

That's why we must continue as before."

Eiriks nysgjerrighet ble vekket.

Eirik's curiosity was piqued.

Han visste at Astrid beskyttet noe viktig.

He knew that Astrid was protecting something important.

Hver gang han prøvde å spørsmål omkring familietradisjonene, sa Astrid lite.

Every time he tried to question the family traditions, Astrid said little.

Hvorfor måtte de holde seg til det gamle?

Why did they have to stick to the old ways?

Neste dag, mens Astrid var i landsbyen, begynte Eirik å lete i låven.

The next day, while Astrid was in the village, Eirik began searching the barn.

Gamle kasser, gamle bøker.

Old boxes, old books.

Han ville finne svaret.

He wanted to find the answer.

Under halm og støv fant han noe.

Under straw and dust, he found something.

Et gammelt kart, gulnet av tid.

An old map, yellowed by time.

Kartet avslørte en historie om deres forfedre.

The map revealed a story of their ancestors.

Jorda deres hadde vært et møteplass for gamle samlinger.

Their land had been a meeting place for ancient gatherings.

En hellig plass.

A sacred place.

Men det var en betingelse: jorden måtte pleies med respekt for å bevare dens kraft, ellers ville familien miste alt.

But there was a condition: the land had to be nurtured with respect to preserve its power, otherwise, the family would lose everything.

Da Astrid kom tilbake, møtte hun Eirik med kartet i hånden.

When Astrid returned, she met Eirik with the map in hand.

Hun forklarte at dette var grunnen til at hun holdt på det gamle.

She explained that this was the reason she held on to the old ways.

Tradisjonene var ikke bare for minnet, men en forpliktelse.

The traditions were not just for memory, but an obligation.

Eirik så på sin søster og forsto endelig hvorfor hun holdt fast ved fortiden.

Eirik looked at his sister and finally understood why she clung to the past.

Men Astrid forsto også Eiriks perspektiv.

But Astrid also understood Eirik's perspective.

Hun så behovet for endring, for å sikre gårdens overlevelse.

She saw the need for change, to ensure the farm's survival.

De satte seg ned ved kjøkkenbordet, med kartet mellom seg.

They sat down at the kitchen table, with the map between them.

Etter lange diskusjoner fant de en løsning.

After long discussions, they found a solution.

De kunne ta i bruk moderne teknologi, men de ville også bevare de tradisjonelle metodene som hadde vist seg effektive i generasjoner.

They could adopt modern technology, but they would also preserve the traditional methods that had proven effective for generations.

En balanse mellom det nye og det gamle.

A balance between the new and the old.

Fra den dagen av jobbet Eirik og Astrid som et sterkere team.

From that day on, Eirik and Astrid worked as a stronger team.

Gården begynte å blomstre på nytt, og de lærte å sette pris på begge sider av familiens arv.

The farm began to flourish again, and they learned to appreciate both sides of the family's heritage.

Slik fant de en middelvei mellom fortidens respekt og fremtidens muligheter.

Thus, they found a middle way between the respect for the past and the possibilities of the future.

Alt begynte med en hemmelighet, men sluttet med samhold.

It all began with a secret but ended with unity.