BIOGRAPHY

Denmark, Hobro, Mariager Fjord - a country road 40 miles north of Aarhus.

Stars>>Darkness>>Stars>>Darkness>>Stars>>Darkness.

The van toils with determination up the side of the fjord. The beams from the headlights dance, fanned out, and producing stars in the white mist. Strobe-light. Anti-aircraft fire, broken up by the houses along the countryside. Below in the valley the Fjord sleeps like a big black otter. Still and dark.

Fog.

"I'll never get used to it", she thinks.

As she hands back her travel sack of essentials, she shivers in the cold.

Fog.

"I'll never get used to it", she thinks.

Brake-lights, motor, blinker, taillights. Silence.

***

Ten minutes earlier: Rob is driving. He looks like one of those seafarers, that once worked in the mines on the Onsild river, around the Mariagerfjord: tall, sturdy, red-haired. And on his face a birthmark. Hamed, from Iran, Matthew David, the Berklee-Student from North Carolina and Niklas, nicknamed "the Russianì, are sleeping in the back.

(What it is that propels these four musicians to drive north after a guest appearance in Aarhus gets lost in the endless fog that lies over Nordiylland. It's likely, that Dave, Niklas and Hamed know nothing of it.)

The van toils with determination up the side of the fjord towards Mariager/Kalbjerg. The beams from the headlights dance fanned out and producing stars in the white mist. Below, in the valley, the Fjord sleeps like a big black otter. Still and dark.

Haa do wot i Hobrow?

Out of the snowy, dreamy whiteness, the shape of a girl appears before the headlights. Kristina Louise Kristoffersen. 05-09-86. Hobro Denmark. Vindblaes Independent School grades 1-7, then Randers Junior-High grades 8-9, then La Cour 10th grade (discontinued).

"...I'll never get used to this", she thinks.

And as she hands back her travel sack of essentials, she shivers in the cold.

Fog.

"I'll never get used to it", she thinks.

Break-lights, motor, blinker, taillights. Silence.