SETTLING THOR'S HAMMER
Once you get somewhere swearing that
you know the language of that place, and
then find out you do not, the surprise
sequence really begins happening quickly.
In Schoppensfeld, Sweden I ordered some
coffee on a bright Spring morning and
chocolate was brought out instead. 'I do
not like chocolate,' I said, 'please take
this back.' She said I would soon be okay.
Then, that very same week, over in Oslo,
having continued this journey, the man with
the cane came over to me and asked if I knew
Munch. Of course I was taken aback - these
language tricks are awfully testing. I just
smiled, and nodded, over towards the
corner, where a young child was screaming
at its mother as they sat and tried for comfort
and ease. That was also the name of
the lunch-place we were in.
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