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10 YEARS LATER


10 YEARS LATER
10 years later I came to Norway and lots of things ad changed , but for real the weather hadn't changed an I seem to have forgotten how cold it could become in this country. Image may contain: 1 person, standing, snow, tree, outdoor and nature


This didn't change

Finn and Torstein visiting me
ohh this is the same
my sweet friend who didn't change she is still sweet.
Norwegian frokost,,, same brown cheese my favorite

afrikan night at my friends house ,,,


meeting new people

church,,

snow snow 

my Swedish friend visited

my old good friend Marie

ohh this girls I held them 10 years ago ,, haha
the store remains

my neighbourhood

my host couple after 10 years they are still strong and in love

Finn , Roberts good friend

this two girls I loved and I met them


frozen is the word

see sweetness

and yeah courtesy call to a Ugandan friend

Gillian meets Solvor

lets travel


ohhh memories are made of this ,,



ohhhhh I misses NORWAY

Freezing in the train

cold

nice pic just

stord
sooooooooo cold with snow man

cant even feel my toe
Raising support for the community ...

teaching

pastors gather to hear

seeeeeeee am here

yeah afrikan night

ohhhhh my roommate and Roberts roommate

The couple of the year ....
afrikan night sake

seeeeeeeeee

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