When I got back Harsvold was by the window, typing. It was best not to disturb him. Between my bags at the hydrangeas someone had left a plumped sack of petals, meant as a pillow. It could only have been Espen I thought. I lay amidst the scents and watched the motionless sun. Was it …
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Part 2 – Sommarøy
Sommarøy Pt.2 I flew from Glasgow to Oslo before transferring onto a cramped Cessna. After thirty minutes, I could see Sommarøy below in bleached sunlight. The pilot didn’t speak much English. He walked with me along the tarmac to a small outbuilding. Above the doorway a sign read- Sommarøy Flypassen. He took off his hat …
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