Frederick left his home in Harstad, Norway over a year ago with one goal in mind. He wanted to see Ohio. He first heard of this place from his teacher in geography class. She talked of acres of corn fields, rolling hills, and friendly plump midwesterners. He’d had enough of beautiful fjords that reach to the heavens, the dancing northern lights, and those awful reindeer.
One day, he packed up his best lusekofte and headed west. He buzzed for days, months, and a year. After crossing the Atlantic, passing by New York City, and flying over Pennsylvania, he found himself in the Buckeye state. After a few days, he was missing Norway.