About the book
What begins as a quiet journey through Norway, past fjords, stave churches and deserted roads, gradually becomes something else.
A man travels alone. He looks, takes notes, reflects. On landscapes that seem older than time, on traces of people who were here long before him, on chance and meaning. Everything seems orderly, almost familiar, until small cracks appear. Details that don’t quite add up. Places that seem to know more than they should.
This book is a travel narrative, a contemplation, and a mystery. It moves between concrete places and inner landscapes, between observation and wonder. It asks what it means to be on the road, and what happens when you travel not only across a country, but through yourself.
For those who like to travel with open eyes and read with attention.
For those who love stories that linger long after the last page has been turned.
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Both editions are available on Amazon.
Excerpt
Chapter 1
“Happiness consists in longing, not in possessing” (R.Vanassche)
November.
Nobody among his friends, nobody in his family, in fact nobody who really knew him and his wife, would ever have thought it possible. The whole idea was so far removed from their usual way of doing things, so unexpected and out of character, that it was almost impossible to imagine. And yet it was happening, as though the universe had decided that the time had come for a drastic change to their carefully constructed routine.
“Where would you like to go on holiday next year?”
He asked the question as he set his coffee on the table, the lingering warmth of the cup pleasant against his hands. The morning sun streamed through the kitchen window, casting a golden glow across the table.
The author
Viktor Lierman writes about travel, chance, and what happens when you are on the road.