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Birds flying forward. ‘
Let me begin the story of a lost girl, in a lost world, being told to find what she needs with structure and routine. With planning, conformity. Nothing gets done without planning. And so the trip that was planned was a ferry trip around Norway. It was dangerously close to people’s homes. A ferry ship right next to the land, was the point not to go in the water?
Standing in a room full of strangers and people she knew all at the same time, she needed a breath of fresh air. She needed a glimpse of hope and sanity in the wild. What she stepped outside to was conformity, houses made of brick, huge lawns…social climbers at the best, satisfied and sated, yet never sated, with their achievements and inheritances. Yet, there was a touch of beauty, or normalcy in the buildings. The thick foggy air matched the surroundings, yet there was peace, in comparison to the chaos within. It was reminiscent of home, safety, all that wealth can bring. And she felt safe. She felt she knew what was going on, yet she was on an unsteady ferry with all these new people. She had to protect herself but the safety was there, you just had to look into it to see it.
