Three little girls, chanting, marching along.

There is still some mess in the trailer. Until I get some minimal furniture – boxes and maybe some hanging storage – it is still basically an empty shell, with a desk-ish board along one wall and the bed platform, doubling as the store-all surface.
Sitting at the laptop – held together thanks to the duct tape, very hacky – I heard tiny voices singing something in Norwegian. And then, under my window, I saw three little girls, happy and joyful. They marched by, holding their hands and chanting some nursery rhymes, apparently.
And then I fully realised – I am here, in Svartlamon, for next several weeks, having my “own” place to stay, growing numbers of friends and the whole lot of good things to do.
I started singing under my breath.


Turning stories into reality.

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