“I don’t think I’ve ever heard that said here before. I can’t imagine it. It must be the very first time.” “There’s one fisherman who’s been seasick all his life,” I said. “That’s almost the same.” “No, it isn’t,” she said. “But now I do have to go.” I followed her into the hall. “Okay, Frøken, I wish you good night,” I said. I stood waiting in silence while she put on her outdoor gear. Smiled when she had finished. Only her nose was protruding from between her scarf and hat. She said goodbye and went out into the darkness.
