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Janokovic raises up, while the person support his movements upwards.

"Are you sure you don’t want an ambulance?" says man again, clearly not
understanding why Janokovic refuses such proposal.

Jano is now standing again, as the stranger brushes the snow off his clothes.

“It’s just something with my blood pressure. Fortunately you came.”
The man looks at him, still wondering.

"Thank you, thank you. I’m good now,” says Jano to man, signalling he

wants to be left alone by now. The man doesn’t respond, but slowly walks away.
Janokovic spots a bench where he could sit and relax. As he’s going towards it, he

lights up a cigarette. He sits down, taking deep, intense puffs on the cigarette,
feeling how his nerves is starting to calm down a bit. The train arrives at the

platform as soon as he finished smoking. The familiar sound of the whistle hits

his ear. He hurries inside in the train. The front carriage is filled up with a school
class on their way on a camping trip, it still smells of cheap booze from people

drinking earlier in night. With a little an ambivalence from the youngins, he

manages to get a seat. There’s a couple opposite him, where the guy has the girl
on each his lap, they clearly doesn’t care with him being there. His presence is

almost unnoticed as he’s hiding behind his hoodie, sinking deeper into the seat
by the window.

For a short while he feels a little safe. The young people doesn’t look at him at all,

as they’re busy talking, listening to music.
Normally he would be bothered by this wild behaviour, but for now it actually

feels reassuring.

“Helsingør,” says the train speaker.
He is the first to get out as soon as the train arrived at Helsingør station. He

moves with rapid speed towards the ferry terminal. He buys a ticket near the 7-

eleven store at the station. He hurries down to the ferry to Helsingborg, Sweden.
He just manages to get on board before the closing. Once on board, he hurries to

alcohol section in the boat store, which is only open in Danish waters, as the

Swedes have a harder policy on spirits. Janokovic buys a six-pack of strong ales
as well as a bottle of Absolut Vodka, Swedish Premium Brand.

He finds a small table where he can sit by himself. He opens up the vodka and
takes a sip. As the ferry starts to sail, he free, he feels like shouting. A shout of