Returning to the exit and going over the bridge, I pay attention to the statues, and even they seem to be “tolerant” is a pair of men, a couple of women, a pair of men and women, and individuals. I get lost in my minds looking beyond the bridge, where in the direction of sunlight and reflect on how people are so concerned about prejudice, but is careful to more important things, like wars, natural disasters etc..
I have an appointment with Erik at 16.30. I take a different route than I did with Mats and coasted along the whole rich area “Frogner” and I arrive at the National Library .I enter and I ask if in case do any photographic exhibition, the librarian shows me a long hall where that is used for emerging artists. Perfect!
I take advantage of the Internet connection. A tip for travelers: For those who want to use the internet, public libraries are a great way to surf for free.
Continuing the only avenue of villas and cottages hear the sound of a Maserati, and after a little red corvette convertible, almost hits me!
One thing to Remember: never cross the street like in Rome.
My friends are worried when I have to cross the street and someone has also pulled me telling that I’ll die behind a car, while I across the street!
At the end of the avenue there is Aker, the neighborhood where they built the port of Oslo and where are the ferries to the fjords.
Just across the harbor is the Palace for the Peace Nobel Prize, which is just below a group of people who are manifesting.
I’m a little disappointed because the building is quite sad and gray, looks like the style of period of Fascism.
I arrive at the station half hour late, but Erik tells me that he was late too and he came ten minutes ago.
Erik note me that today there is a strike of Security at airports starting from 20.00. Domestic flights were canceled from that time and there may be some disease. I don’t mind because at 20.05 my plane will on the air. However Erik advised me to leave early to have no disease or worst miss the plane. Would not be the first time!
So we get home, I take my bags ready and Erik gives me a lift by car to the rail way station where the express train that leads to the main airport.
Fortunately I haven’t had any problem and I need to check-in machine by typing the code of the flight and after printing the strip enter the suitcase and head to drop luggage and boarding the suitcase.
I arrive at 19 with calm and wait for the flight call.
Beside me sits a strange girl, with a t-shirt with holes and a little smelly troll a shabby suitcase and a cage with a cat, at first glance seems like a homeless, but a homeless who flight I have never seen yet.
On the other side two old ladies, on the contrary, well-clothed chatting between them.
I turn to them asking if the flight will served drinks or dinner, obviously they don’t understand me and they think that I ask them about confirming the flight, so I nod and I headed to the steward who has since arrived, without even calling the flight, and he answers me that during the flight will offer only coffee or tea, the rest, even soft drinks are extra.
He call the flight and I look a bit that the queues reduced, so I remain sit down, but then suddenly another steward sits at the desk in front of me, so I get up and with one click from gymnast’s hand over your boarding pass and avoid the queue, still mileage. Great!
Before I take up the International Herald Tribune and the Daegen Nyheter, the Swedish newspaper , to control news and exercise my Swedish before arriving in Sweden. Among the various news I discover that Hilary Clinton was in Copenhagen yesterday and that today would come to Oslo to discuss the political problems in Syria.
The plane is landing, Stockholm I’M COMING!