Norway
In a classic reverse-invasion, I have come to Norway.
I am unashamed about this desire to live here, which was born in me deeply and slowly over years, but which crystallised one hot June day in 2008, in the quiet stone cool of the 12th century church of Saint Pierre, next to Basilique du Sacré Cœur, Paris.
Of course, I now want a chic flat in Oslo, a large boat, and all the Norwegian fish I can eat.
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