66°31’35”

one

The sky is low^[1] and the sun is pale yellow and big, giving the impression that it is incredibly close. Albino Africa, cleansed of all aromas, diseases and threats. Inverted into white and imbued with the charm of the sharp gusts of wind that do not find it difficult to dare and dare again.

The heights are within an arm’s reach and the breadths are too broad. You almost feel closed in by the sky that at the same time engulfs you and shows you your limits, yet you are free to roam in any direction you choose because the expanses are so huge they are both an honour and an affront to your warm boots.

two

The bus travels from the airport to your destination down a smooth road lined by trees of perfect shape, colour and size. It seems like nature was not untampered, left to its own devices, and if it was, it would appear it knew exactly what shape to assume to look like scenery found in a children’s picture book. Suddenly, the driver breaks sharply. A moose! Almost a tragedy. Soon, reindeer herds appear on the left side of the road where one always breaks away from the rest and grazes alone.

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