...it's a beautiful morning. And on days like this I especially enjoy my way to work, which just so happens to lead me through a huge old graveyard called Vår Frelsers Gravlund – the final resting place of such famous Norwegians like Edvard Munch or Henrik Ibsen.

I think, this place is actually helping me a little to overcome my huge fear of death. The thought of once being no more seems slightly less dramatic, if it's with the prospect of spending 'the time after' in a beautiful place like this. Even though I'm probably not gonna care anymore at that point...