8. Destination

Once I left as a child, without route or plan
On a journey my whole life, what good is that
On a journey no questions of how far still or why
On a journey you're a gypsy, traveling forth an no looking back
On a journey you're a gypsy, traveling forth an no looking back

Loosely adapted and translated: Onderweg - Willem Vermandere

Trondheim. Sunday afternoon around two o'clock I cycled - no, wheeled - into Trondheim. It was still cloudy in the morning, but as I rolled in to Trondheim, the sun was shining bright. The last hills were conquered and was on my way down hill for four kilometers as tears started rolling down my cheeks as I got moved by the site of Nidarosdomen. The large imposing cathedral where the holy Olav is buried. The tears from a mixture of pride, gratitude and happiness, Got mixed up with the water of the Olav spring near the church.
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