Sunday, October 30, 2005
The Fjord Land
This is the land which looks like it has been covered by an icing of snow with the frosted sugar getting melted by the sun and sweetening the Earth...Norway..
After landing in Oslo, the train to Asker was like a ride through a series of picture postcards.The first thing that struck me about the place was that the entire town was like my friend's room - with all the things tucked neatly in their places. And then the snow. And then the friendly people. And then the cars which always stop and salute you when you are crossing the road. And then the Nordic common sense of the hotel saying that it doesnt charge for tap water. And the Norwegian language where applesin in the breakfast table is orange juice.
A walk through a street in Asker is pastoral bliss. Houses which seem to breathe contentment propped by colourful trees. The last blobs of snow fighting its extinction. Silence where the sound of a train is blasphemous.
Apart from my job, this past week has been a steep psychological learning curve . About people of other countries. About relationships. About an inner look at my principles. About the world through other people's eyes.