Adventure of a lone traveller or "Channeling that Viking temperament"
Oslo, January 2017 I've just left the Viking Ships Museum, and filled with a warrior-like disposition and renewed strength, after having already wandered around half the city, I set out for the conquest of a new territory at a fast pace. I am a strong and independent young woman. I don't need any public transport. I have studied the map of the island. For whom did you take me for? Clearly, for someone who's bad at math and orienteering and cannot evaluate distances. SHUT UP. Feeling like Lagertha, I battle the snow and the I-don't-know-how-many-degrees-below-zero temperature, and looking for new places to discover, I take the first road I encounter. After a few steps, I find myself in front of two road signs: one indicating to go somewhere following the street ahead, the other... well, the other is pointing to an unknown direction that does not match any road, street, path. It looks like it's directing you to some secret parallel universe ...