XIII. Ogham and not just that...
“I’m going to take a gap year, I’m going to Norway!”, Alison said suddenly. Stella was almost going to faint. It was no accident that she decided to tell her mother the news when we were all there. We could support her and make the atmosphere less tense.
“To Norway? For a year?”. Nobody knew anything about that. I didn’t even know she liked northern countries.
“Mum, you went to India when you were as old as I am now, and you stayed there for four years.”
“I did, but India is hot and colourful.”
“India is extremely dirty and far away”, Alison underlined. “Norway is dark, cold…”, Stella kept saying.
“By the way, what are you going to do there?”, I asked interested.
“I don’t know yet. I think I’ll meditate before the fiords view.”
She perfectly knew th
