Sliding To Work
In Oslo this week. It’s cold, as one would expect, but not as cold as it felt in Luxembourg. I blame the wind chill factor. I arrived in the dead of night and didn’t see much of Oslo except for some dark, menacing buildings and some snow. There’s something magical about snow – it floats to Earth slowly, softly as if it’s trying not to interrupt our daily lives and then suddenly, you turn around and see everything carpeted in white.
I was looking forward to heading off to work this morning as it’s been quite a while since I last saw snow (Malta’s a little too far south for that but perhaps I’ll be lucky in Belgium) and hurriedly ploughed through my hotel breakfast to be able to enjoy a little of it before having to be back indoors all day long. I knew that I needed to catch the number 11 tram to head north so I headed out to see what the morning would be like.
The place was white. Everything was coated with snow and I walked around, very gingerly I might add, with a large grin on my face. Walking on icy pavements and roads is not an easy task and I must confess that I spent the first 10 minutes or so of my excursion making doubly sure that I don’t slip. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something.
Everyone was sliding. Every single person was just sliding across the icy surfaces as they made their way to work. Men, women, carrying bags or boxes, in stiletto heels or in flat shoes. They just put their best foot forward and slide their way to work.
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