The only room that smells of something else
Thursdays, indoor soccer. The sports hall is the only room in Longyearbyen that smells of something else, and Hakon goes every week. He plays the wing and he doesn't run: he passes, gives the ball back and holds his side of the court while the others chase each other through the middle. When the game ends, the rest stay for the beers. He doesn't stay. He picks up his things and leaves before anybody orders a second round. Nobody takes it badly: Friday starts early all the same.







