Life in the fjords doesn't seem so bad. Red houses perched on the mountainside, tranquil farms facing the sea.
You see them everywhere in Scandinavia, but these ones have something special about them: they are the last ones. The last dwellings before the end of the continent.
I cycle along, surrounded by silence and beauty; we sometimes spot dolphins swimming along the coast. I hold my phone to my ear. It's Chloé, my sister.
I would like to describe to him what I see, but words are not enough. How can I tell him about this mixture of pale sky, untouched snow, and frozen fjord? How can I convey to him this gentle vertigo of being so far away, yet so close to something that cannot be named?
I speak quickly, I laugh, I get carried away. She listens to me then shouts with me in this burst of joy.
And for a moment, despite the thousands of kilometers between us, I feel like she's here, like we share the same reality. Having my sister is a priceless gift.
