Summer in Norway.

Midnight Sun. Sunsets that lasts longer than a single quarter. No crickets, therefore silence covers every night (that’s not a night). People with way too big pieces of luggage filling up every train, no matter the direction. Summer in Norway.

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Que sera, sera.

No, I won’t write in Spanish, although it would be nice to know this language on such level. However, you may ask, what does it mean? Simply: whatever will be, will be.

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