Denmark

Inspired by the number of people reading me in many countries, I decided to continue my travel story. I hope many understood that tormenting title of a composition that many of us had to write at school. At once I remember my childhood and adolescence (teenagerhood), as it is called now. And then the first days of September at school… God grant one remember what there was in summer, in summer, what there was in the hot summer…. And now too, I remember that I was hot. I have grown unused to heat in 10 years in Norway. ...

The story with the poles takes its beginning already somewhere in 2004. My mama was staying with my sister in Denmark and our Danish son-in-law, the wonderful Jakob, made Mama a gift — he bought special poles for so-called Nordic walking. When Mama was returning to Kiev, she checked the poles as luggage at Copenhagen airport. My mama speaks no foreign language. She can only say “Hello.” Her flight was with a transfer in Prague. And I was meeting her at Boryspil. She was supposed to arrive in the daytime at 14:00. ...