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excerpt from chapter IV. Day 25, Seville, 16.11.2023. I woke up under the clear blue sky as the hot Andalusian sun already heated the cobbled streets of Seville. I had slept on the hostel’s rooftop...

The beginning of chapter III. – On the Fisherman’s Trail The beach in front stretched for kilometres. The waves left a long, washed-up line of foam on the sand, slowly evaporating into the...

14th of August, from Bjorndalsbu It was the sunniest day we’ve had on the trail, but now it’s getting unpleasantly windy. I’m still in the living room of the hut. The hut keeper told...

8th of August Where to start? – A sentence I’ve used too many times. Well, maybe to start with the present. It is half past six in the afternoon. I’m sitting at a living room of a hut...

2nd of August  Why did I come here? What is the purpose of this journey? If it is to clear my mind, or to face something, what is there to face, or to clear? Maybe it would be the best to just shut up,...

1st of August  Last night I camped by a lake at the outskirts of Oslo, where the metro line meets its last stop and the city meets the edge of Norwegian forests. “Oh fuck” was my first reaction coming...