Category: Europastrasse

Nights 92 centimeters longer

I cross the Arctic Circle once again. And once again, it’s marked at the wrong place—in the landscape, in people’s heads. Wrong again, and again, I’m bewildered. But most folks don’t stop here anyway, so it’s of little consequence.

This time around, I’m pondering other matters. It seems wholly absurd to me that it can get dark at night. I’ve now spent over three weeks to the north of said circle. And I’ve gotten used to a lot of things. What’s it like, when it gets dark at night? What’s darkness like, anyway? An experience that I’d had every day of my entire previous life has now been denied me for weeks, and I’m already having trouble comprehending it!

I’ve now long since left the E75,