Epilogue
It is strange how quickly one grows used to things. For those few days, life on board that ship was my life. All it consisted of was the ship and the people on board, their little rituals and their journey. But soon after, the other life had taken over again. My days at sea are nothing but a memory now, equally distant then my normal life seemed at sea.
But whenever I walk from the office to the coffee shop opposite the plaza and see a container ship down at Oslo harbour, I feel a sting in my heart. Maybe, it is more than just a memory, after all.