It is still dark when I get up, the suitcase carefully packed the day before. I
will be away almost a month, the preparations have been exstensive, at work and
home. The little plane takes off, and carries me into dawn.
—Transit – but going where? (Thinking with My Fingers)
A lovely, haunting little travelblog from Torill.
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