Saturday, 19 November 2011
I came back to the North as I used to call this place. It is not Norway with its Norwegians, it is not a country. This is the purest North of Norths. You can go and walk on the streets staring at the shopping windows behind where is the world of any city in the world. But once you are there in the vast of nature and landscape of eternal spacious wilderness then you are here in North. The wind is passing through you and you are wind.
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