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They roared in on snowmobiles towing covered sleighs designed for carrying children rather than making them. A few arrived on kicksleds and a majority made sure to grab a cup or thermos of hot chocolate at the concession stand to go with their popcorn.
They then settled into seats where the cushioning consisted of a layer of snow and – with a blissful absence of previews and ads –the opening credits of “Ice Age: Continental Drift” blared out for what’s believed to be Longyearbyen’s first drive-in movie.
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I'm a professional transient living on a tiny Norwegian island next door to the North Pole, where once a week (or thereabouts) I pollute our extreme and pristine environment with paper fishwrappers decorated with seemingly random letters that would cause a thousand monkeys with a thousand typewriters to die of humiliation. Such is the wisdom one acquires after more than 25 years in the world's second-least-respected occupation, much of it roaming the seven continents in search of jazz, unrecognizable street food and escorts I f****d with by insisting they give me the platonic tours of their cities promised in their ads. But it turns out this tiny group of islands known as Svalbard is my True Love and, generous contributions from you willing, I'll keep littering until they dig my body out when my climate-change-deformed apartment collapses or they exile my penniless ass because I'm not even worthy of washing your dirty dishes.