Soon to be leaving behind the luxury of a first class cabin, with an uncertain future lying before us had the air filled with suspence: would we make it? And more importantly and more immediately: would we even make it out of Stockholm?
Kaisa ponders upon these things while enjoying the last breaths of air up on our private balcony. (She was still smiling when we rolled into Trosa, many ordeals later. But I swear there where times when the both of us didn't display such happy faces.)
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