It’s 5.45 am, and my alarm is waking me up after a night on a mattress on the floor in Helene’s room in Oslo. The day before, my friend Trine Lise and I arrived in Oslo after hitching a ride with my neighbor from Arendal. After about 3,5 hours in a car, we stood in the street outside what we hoped was Helene’s home. A phone call later we were inside and I met Helene in real life for the first time. We also met her friend Sara. The evening went by fast and soon we went to sleep, or tried to.
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