“Cold air. Open roof. Free mind.”

I must have been about eight years old when I learned to ride a bicycle. Actually, it was a little friend from school who had a bike and taught me how to ride. I remember it like it was yesterday. She was pushing me down a hill until, suddenly, I found my balance and started pedaling on my own. At that moment, I felt something I had never experienced before: freedom. The wind on my face, the wheels turning, the world moving around me… It felt like I had discovered a way to go further, all by myself. It's funny how some feelings never disappear. Today, so many years later, when I get into my car and drive along these roads, surrounded by mountains and fjords, I feel exactly the same way. The wheels have changed, the scenery has changed, and the years have gone by… but that eight-year-old boy is still here, simply enjoying the feeling of being free