We walked for a couple of weeks in northern Norway on the fjords. We stayed mostly in tents. tk. There around the sea, the water was taken either in streams or campings.
Somewhere in the middle of the journey we stood near a small town. Well, like a city, a couple of districts with one main street. And we must say that at that time there was a polar day and ‘night’ was slightly darker than day, i.e. If you don’t look at the clock, you don’t know what time of day is. Go to town for water. The gas station is closed, shops closed, no people. We look at some institution where light is burning on the first floor of the office. We approach, we knock, a girl looks out of the window. Furthermore, a friend who knows a little about the local dialect and English has a dialogue that breaks out of the usual "allow me to get water? So please" At the end of the dialogue, the girl disappears and a friend tells me: that suddenly at 3 a.m. we knocked with empty bottles in the window of the psychiatric clinic and asked to pour water! O_O
The comrade asked if he knew what day today, where he is, his name and how much time it is :-) At the end of this short course of psychodiagnostics we were shipped water, indeed already through the hall, but we looked all the same :-)