østenfor sol og vestenfor måne...
EAST of the SUN and WEST of the MOON
I wake up from the blinding orange light streaming through a left aisle window.
Turning around I find myself facing the full moon shining above the right wing.
It is 4 AM midsummer morning and we are about to descend on China who
appeares and disappeares under the mist.
Upon arrival a young man waves a sign with my name. We take off in a blue Volvo
belonging to the Royal Norwegian Embassy.
It is HOT and HUMID. Construction cranes are dancing against the horizon.
Soon we arrive at Shangrila Artist Commune in the village of Fei Jia Cun, Beijing.
After breakfast Ola takes me to Tiananmen Square. I want to get to the heart of the city to try to grasp where I am. It is huge.
I wake up from the blinding orange light streaming through a left aisle window.
Turning around I find myself facing the full moon shining above the right wing.
It is 4 AM midsummer morning and we are about to descend on China who
appeares and disappeares under the mist.
Upon arrival a young man waves a sign with my name. We take off in a blue Volvo
belonging to the Royal Norwegian Embassy.
It is HOT and HUMID. Construction cranes are dancing against the horizon.
Soon we arrive at Shangrila Artist Commune in the village of Fei Jia Cun, Beijing.
After breakfast Ola takes me to Tiananmen Square. I want to get to the heart of the city to try to grasp where I am. It is huge.
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