Forget everything you’ve ever heard. True love is sharing a piece of delicious chocolate cake with this way too good looking Norwegian guy at an Adam-Green-Concert while dancing to some song from Gemstones and sipping beer. Wait. Or was it having a beer with this nature-boy with all the beard and the cabin in the wood with whom you can make fun of the people on the table next to you and who would tease you in the kind of way that makes you laugh about yourself? I’m getting confused. I guess I need a bit of distance. So Bergen, my love, just one more day, then we are finally together. Enjoying a far less complicated affair.