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She goes out, closes the door and they walk about. 25 meters down the carpeted
hallway. She puts the chip on the electric lock and the door opens, leading her to

the office where she spends about 70 percent of her life. It’s called an office, but

is in fact a flat where she usually stays.
She takes off her shoes and walks over to the window. She can look out of her

window, unlike Bjørn, but the people can’t look in. One half of her view is over

the harbour and the other half over the city. The fog hangs like a thick cloud
upon the city, which makes it one of those rare days when she can’t see the

Swedish coastline.
"Shit!"

This is the second time she talks to herself in a loud manner, a habit she wants

to break as soon as possible. Instead of speculating any further, she walks
determinedly over to the closet, which is divided into three sections. One for

clothes, hanging on the hangers, and one with shelves for jewellery, jeans and the

frequently used clothes. The first two sections are locked off, but the last one is
open. She has made an agreement with the cleaning and laundry company, that

they have access to the residence every Tuesday between 10am and 11pm.
She takes a blanket and a pillow from the closet and goes back to the couch,

where she lays out the duvet and pillow, then heads off for the bathroom.

After a quick visit to the loo, where she quickly removes the little mascara she
wears, she almost throws herself on the bed, and then picks up her cell phone.

She sets the alarm on her phone to 5 in the afternoon, which means that she’ll

only get a couple of hours sleep, before she once again, is back on duty.
A sour sting of self-pity slowly enters her mind and takes over all other thought

process. She was the one who had persuaded Tom to continue working for the

PST. It is still crystal clear in her vivid memory, how just two months ago Tom
came home, all renewed and tanned from his last trip in South America. Excited

and passionate about his decision to stop working with PST. He had now gained

a new insight about himself, and wanted to devote himself entirely to his
passion, which consisted of a mixture of amateur archaeology and ethnography.

She feels guilty. Had she convinced him out of sheer envy and anxiety to be
confronted with her own fundamental angst of standing alone a career that’s