A ghost city. It’s not that weird that in the next 20 years it will be completely moved in a different zone, since it’s about to collapse due to the explosion of the iron mines.
Passing through the city at ten at night the only sound was the one of the streetlights tilting, waiting for their color to pass from red to green. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, the only sound that gave a perception of the time passing.
I had the feeling of being launched in the magic world of Sleeping Beauty, in the woods, in the moment in which the fairies enchanted the whole world to fall asleep.
The sun was up in the sky as if it was 11 a.m. instead of p.m., but I didn’t stay awake to admire the midnight sun, also because I was a month late for that. And no, I didn’t go to sleep as soon as I could.
Maybe I could still see something tonight, if the weather allows it.
For now, the plan, that may change from a moment to another, is to take the train to Abisko at 3 p.m. to be there at five, and then go to the border with Norway, then, sticking to the plan, I might be there for midnight.
I must admit, I’m not technically prepared for such a thing. But what do they say, let’s hope it doesn’t rain.