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Saturday. Took the cable car up to the ledge above Tromsdalen, 420 metres, four minutes, a cabin full of Spanish students singing.
Up there the whole town is laid out in orange lights, the island, the bridge, the white triangle of the cathedral below. To the south the sky was a band of pink that got brighter until about half eleven and then just stayed. A woman in the café told me that on the day the sun comes back, you see it from up here first, a few days before town does.
So that's the plan for the 21st. Thermos, the first cabin, up here.
I was on the mountain at noon, so I don't know if anyone knocked. I found I kept checking the time anyway.
Forty-four days.