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Following the dream from Oslo to Bergen. The story of one Ukrainian tourist (Part 2) (A continuation) 1.55 p.m. – ferry crew is on the shore, the last passengers come to the boat, the closed ticket window with the plate "All tickets sold" is nearby. The captain shrugs with a smile and says: “There is only one ferry tour per day in Bergen, buy tickets in advance, try for tomorrow”. My train to Oslo goes in 8 hours. The city boils, the air has warmed, tourists are everywhere, they take pictures, push at the seafood market, wait in lines near bars and restaurants, order newly caught fish, crabs and lobsters. The crew, probably, is already on the ship, I am going slowly, still hoping that someone will call me and say that a place has been found. Suddenly, someone calls me, a tall dark-haired guy says something to me in Norwegian, then he sees that I do not understand him, laughs, and switches to English. He asks if I want to help people. I answer, unusually for such situations, that now I want someone to help me. He is listening to my story with deep sympathize and cares how to help me, asks if I need food and housing, asks me to write down his phone just in case. Now I start to calm him down and say that everything is fine. "No, I understand you very well; I had a long trip before I reached here 3 years ago. I escaped from Damascus, I was floating for 5 hours on a crowded boat, and then I went 100 km on foot to the refugee camp in Turkey, got some money there and reached Norway. I’ve learned Norwegian, but forgot English" – he says with a smile. Pause. Hug. He asks me to message him when I come back to Ukraine. We are moving apart, everyone with own thoughts. I open the map. So what's left of the marked? Funicular. The fjord is flashing far below me; multicolored houses come down to him. An amazing city that has so many times resurrected after wars and fires. A huge medieval port, which has been connecting many countries for centuries. For the time remaining, I passed all the old streets, looked into the wooden labyrinths of the port houses, came to all souvenir shops. And in the evening, having seen in the mirror my sunburnt nose and remembering the words of the hostel's neighbor, I realized how happy I am.

Following the dream from Oslo to Bergen. The story of one Ukrainian tourist (part 1) Sometimes our dreams don’t come true and even more often they come true not how we want or when we don’t want it anymore. When I told my hostel neighbor from Norway that I was going to visit Bergen for one day, he answered: good luck, the main thing is that there wouldn’t be rain, because it rains 350 days a year there. Bergen met me with 12 °C after 30 °C in Oslo and with a rain which luckily ended quickly. Having mustered up my courage and convinced myself that is not cold in 12 °C being in a dress, because I'm in Bergen, I left the railway station and went to the city. 8 a.m. – there is almost no one on the streets, only a piercing sea breeze, to hide from which is possible only in narrow streets. So, moving slowly from one building to another I waited for the opening of stores and bought a sweater. Now with great confidence and without chattering of teeth I reached the seafront for a ticket to my dream – a 3-hour ferry trip to the fjords. Cute redhead girl in the tourist center says that a cruise ferry leaves at 2 p.m., gives me a map of the city, marking the most interesting historical spots on it. The ferry trip is in 3 hours, so I am following the map. Bright wooden houses, an ancient cathedral, and suddenly from the corner - a fortress. The fortress museum, where the staff is dressed in medieval costumes, offers an excursion for half an hour. It is 1 p.m., the seafront is nearby. The group has not been gathered, and the guide gives me a personal tour of the castle rooms: here is a hall for celebrations, here is the king's bedroom, right here near the window in the XIII century he signed papers, because candles were not used too much - the city burned 11 times in its history. 1.40 p.m. - I apologize that I have to go, the guide apologizes that he has spoken so much and delayed me. 1.45 p.m. - there is no redhead girl in the tourist center, instead of her there is a slow lady who is telling the same slow old couple about the big cruise tour. I cannot wait more and ask if it is possible to buy a ticket for 2 p.m. ferry trip. The lady is surprised: you need another company on the opposite side of the pier... (to be continued).