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Norway, My Love — Return Trip Home
How I enjoyed the Norwegian art in Oslo.
In my previous story, “Norway, My Love — Bodo”, I was in the northernmost city of my trip, already at the polar ice cap. The railway goes only as far as here. From Bodo upwards, there is no more train, and you can only continue north on the Hurtigruten -ferry boat already mentioned- all year round, or by road in the months of good temperature. That would be for my next trip.
I started my journey back home heading south, the same way I had come up north, now with more knowledge of this country, its cities, and its people.
Against my will -since I would have liked to stay one day in a small town called Mo i Rana, which is halfway between Bodo and Trondheim, and thus avoid spending so many hours on the train-, I decided to travel at night, arriving at my destination around 7 am. After going to the hostel and taking a bath to wake up and clear my head, I had a good breakfast and went for a walk in the direction of the Cathedral. I wanted to see it again to see what was going on.
This time the pressure in the plexus, although it existed, was very weak. I entered the cathedral, walked around for a while admiring its beauty, and looked for the crypt to see again the faces of those I had felt as enemies. The crypt was closed. I laughed. It was clear the matter was over. I…
