I can not freezing to death.
I can not freezing to death.
I can not freezing to death.
keeps repeating itself. As if that were true.
I do not have gloves. I have no hat. I do not have the scarf. Not I have the tights. I have no socks and shoes. But I can not freezing to death.
I wonder what the hell am I doing at two in the night, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by snow, ice climbing a narrow road, without knowing where to go, nor where they came from.
not be able to find those eyes that I'm in the eastern night.
I can not freezing to death. No. Then I enter a club. Warm.
People seem happy, the music is good. The girls are really very blonde.
With me there are other guys. We are all descended from Fantoft to go to town to try something different tonight.
With us is Mike, a tall guy with long hair that almost conceal his ice-colored eyes. E 'pale face and seems to be indifferent to whatever happens.
was walking in the room with the air dizzy, stumbling among the people. Then he stops.
began to talk to a girl in perfect Norwegian. I do not understand exactly what it says, but certainly something very funny. She makes a big laugh. Mike continues to speak, and she smiles. It 's his time. Everything is going according to plan. Then she says something. Wait a bit, but Mike does not speak. Remains motionless. Silence. She tries again, but nothing. Mike does not open his mouth. He does not understand. God only knows why, but he can only speak, Norwegian.
And it does so with all. He began to talk, they laugh, respond and then poof, he's dumb, or trying to steal their words, that he will repeat once again what they said. Nothing. The scene goes on for some time. From my perspective, it is something extremely exhilarating. Sip a beer while I enjoy the show.
It 's late, we decided to go home. Here the night means they cost a lot and are not included in the normal subscription, but we do not like to pay 80 crowns for a ride. But there is a solution. Mike knows it. It just says to follow him, to trust him. So we arrive in front of "Ali Baba", one of the many places where they sell kebabs at night. Wait a few minutes and approaches a car. Mike shows off his new Norwegian monoverso, but this time do not answer, fortunately. The type of car it is only nod to climb.
E 'an illegal taxi. I find that there are many here. It 's the cheapest way to travel at night. And it works. It takes us just below the house, our home, Fantoft.
in Norway did not think things work that way. But really, the whole world is country.
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