By Anne Holt
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The snowstorm is so severe that not even diesel snow ploughs can get through. There’s no chance of a helicopter in weather like this. We’re simply cut off. So you might as well try and relax for the time being. ’ Without waiting for an answer he finished off his drink and walked away. Adrian had found someone. This surprised me. I had noticed it a little earlier; he sauntered across the rough, worn wooden floor with an older girl trailing behind him. She might have been around eighteen. It was hard to say, actually.
Well, it glowed silently. I always have the sound switched off. Up to now it had been in the pocket of my padded jacket. It had fallen out onto the floor when I was looking for a piece of chocolate. It showed fifteen missed calls. Presumably the accident had been reported across the media. Since the satellite dish in Finse had either been blown down or buried in snow, there were no working televisions in the hotel or the private apartments. A few people had been listening to the radio during the afternoon and evening.
Instead I closed my eyes and pretended I was settling down for a sleep. ‘I don’t think you’ve really grasped the situation,’ said Geir Rugholmen. ’ ‘You could put it that way. We certainly are snowed in. At the moment a full storm is raging out there, with gusts of hurricane force. A hurricane on Finse! It’s not exactly an everyday occurrence. ’ There was complete silence. But I knew he was still there. The smell of wood smoke and old wool was equally strong. ‘I asked you a question,’ I said quietly, keeping my eyes closed.