Rin1997Katy

It is November 6th of the year 2018, somewhere in Greenland. A barren ice desert forms the in mist dulled scenery. In the middle of that mist, two figures can be seen, as gloomy and distorted as shadows. They seem to be talking to each other, keeping the conversation going for a while. Tiny steam clouds leave their mouths. One person gives the other one an item which looks like a box. Afterwards, the person moves away from the other person, dragging the heavy box, looks back once and leaves then entirely. It’s bitter cold, colder than the young Norwegian has ever felt in his home, the high north of Europe. He was here for business. To