“I don’t mean philosophy. I don’t even mean what got you into glaciological research.”
“Although, it might be the same thing. I mean, why did you choose to go as far away from civilisation as possible?”
“You’ve never told me.” “I don’t know,” she said. “I like the cold.”
“No one likes this cold. Unless they are a sado-masochist.” She had a point.
Nora reached for the sweater at the end of her bed and put it on, over the sweater she was already wearing.
As she did she saw, beside the vodka bottle, a laminated lanyard lying on the floor.
Ingrid Skirbekk, Professor of Geoscience, International Polar Research Institute.
“I don’t know, Ingrid. I just like glaciers, I suppose. I want to understand them.”
“Why they are... melting.” She wasn’t sounding like a glacier expert, judging from Ingrid’s raised eyebrows.
“What about you?” she asked, hopefully. Ingrid sighed. Rubbed her palm with a thumb.
“After Per died, I couldn’t stand to be in Oslo any more. All those people that weren’t him, you know?”
“There was this coffee shop we used to go to, at the university. We’d just sit together, together but silent.”
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