On my way to the North

Early morning at the train station. There is little noise around although many people are transiting, mainly suited women and men with strong sturdy bodies, and pale skins. Most of men wear bears.
In the train, coffee scent invades the coach; an older woman wearing a scarlet lipstick left its marks all over her empty paper mug. Two young viking-like boys, tattooed, long blond hair and healthy faces, slowly take out of their bag a yoghurt with fruits. I tear apart my hotel check out confirmation and people in the surroundings turn towards me: quiet please.Læs mere