The clock of the train station was pointing at 8 and 14.
I was shivering in the morning fog:
“Why is she always late?!”
“Only six minutes before the train leaves…” Hugo stated.
Morgane dragged deeply on her cigarette: “She’s gonna be just on time”.
That’s when we saw Claudia running with her suitcase and making signs at us:
“Sorry, sorry, I’m here, I made it!”
Relieved, we got on the train. Morgane opened her Coke light and cheered us:
“So guys, we’re finally going to Norway!”
We were planning this trip for a long time.
Oslo is only 6 hours away from Stockholm by train and we had several free days in the beginning of May.
Our friends told us it was boring, our parents said it was expensive, the weather forecast told us it was going to be cold.
Well, we still wanted to go there.
