One bag. 20 kilos. (Olle)

One bag. 20 kilos.

It’s hard to believe I stood there only a week ago, at the Stockholm Arlanda Airport. Most of you have never been there, it’s sort of the end station for the northern hemisphere. It’s cold, it’s “far out” and home to ABBA, IKEA and Nobel. And then there’s me, a small dot in the world. That’s what it felt like anyway. Still does. Only now I’m at the other end, writing a blog about uni life I know nothing about.

Anyways, maybe this little dot can give you a hand. That’s what small dots do. Because each dot has a point. If you want your dot to have a name, it’s Olle (Ol-le or just Ollie). Yes, it’s Swedish. Yes, it’s not international. I come from an end station, remember? But now we’ve met, at least virtually. The end stations aren’t too far out after all.

So, one bag. 20 kilos.

I like to travel light.

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