A little about the Norwegians. For coffee I talked to a local guy (also, of course, an unthinkable case on Swedish standards). At some point he looks at the crossroads and begins to weep, say, Magnus, Yoly-Paly, how many years, how many winters (well, I understood it).

Magnus on the other side of the crossroads also begins to scream something and distracts himself from the road. There is a skateboarder on him.

From the briefly formed pile of passers gradually extract the skateboard, the girl and Magnus. The latter, holding the ankle, crumbles in the opposite direction from us.

I’m a joke, I noticed, Magnus is apparently not very happy now that he knows you.

And we don’t know – the Norwegian responds relentlessly – this is the world chess champion Magnus Carlsen, I just wanted to express my tribute to him, but somehow it failed, yes.