Three hours after I left the flat, I stood at a car-rental desk in Copenhagen airport. It probably wasn’t safe to drive being this exhausted, but I couldn’t wait a minute longer. It would only take a little over an hour to drive up north, anyway. I grabbed something to eat and a cup of black coffee at a McDonald’s halfway there. I was thrilled that no one seemed to notice who I was. I rarely got the chance to go unnoticed anywhere in the world these days. Right now, I wasn’t sure if that was because I looked like a hobo, tired and unshaven with my old cap on. Maybe they really didn’t know who I was. The thought was liberating.
I only had one thing in mind now, and that was to get to Anna.
It was a sunny day with a light breeze, and the scenery on my drive was picturesque. Just before sev
