A little piece of Norway
Before the weekend I was on my way home to my mother in Bodø. The train was full as usual, I asked three men around a table if I could sit on the vacant seat. They quickly replied that it was okay to sit down. I sat down with my large suitcase standing next to me, with my hand around the handle. On the other side of the aisle sat a Somali man. I made eye contact with him. He smiled and asked in Somali if I should put my…
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A little piece of Norway
Before the weekend I was on my way home to my mother in Bodø. The train was full as usual, I asked three men around a table if I could sit on the vacant seat. They quickly replied that it was okay to sit down. I sat down with my large suitcase standing next to me, with my hand around the handle. On the other side of the aisle sat a Somali man. I made eye contact with him. He smiled and asked in Somali if I should put my…