The train was twenty minutes late when we crossed the Czech-German border. I was worried for a while that I would miss my connection in Büchen. That would have meant a two hour wait for the next train to Copenhagen in Lübeck. Now we’ve passed Berlin and the train is back on schedule. There’s just something about these Germans. They know what they’re doing, and they do it right. It feels good to be heading north again, for so many reasons.
The guy sitting in the unreserved seat got off in Dresden, so I moved to that seat and am still sitting in the same compartment as when we left Prague five and a half hours ago. I’ve mostly worked with my photographs, but the last hour I’ve been reading. The book about witches, on the computer. I also have the textbook in glaciology for the field course I’m going on in August, but I don’t feel smart enough for it now. I’m afraid nothing would stick in my traveling brain. So, I’ll dig into it as soon as I am back home.
Which is on Monday.
Three days.
Crazy shit.
Finally! The ocean! The first glimpse I’ve had for four weeks, on the ferry between Germany and Denmark. It felt liberating.
Vampire romance. The new season of True Blood has started now. That requires a TV show night with Natalia when I get back home!
Waiting for Markus at the Copenhagen central station, smiling at the huge No Smoking sign, relieved at the fact that people actually obeyed it. I really am Northerner, heart and soul.
Katja Malmborg 