“I can’t see anything.” The windscreen was lightning up as if I was staring straight into a galaxy at close range. “Don’t worry”, said the anthropologist beside me. “Neither can I.”
We had just passed a curve when the sun hit us from the north. That wouldn’t normally make sense, but when you are north of the Arctic Circle at midnight in the middle of summer it does.
I had to hit the brake of my trusty old Land Cruiser, get out and clean the windscreen. It was totally covered with bugs and mosquitoes. On the road again we turned on the radio and listened to the last minutes of a breathtaking world cup final in football. That year’s tournament was our blessing. Sweden finished third and every match day the roads were empty.
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