Mr. Krustok goes to USA (Part 1)

I woke up a few minutes after 3 AM. My wife couldn’t sleep so she had been up for most of the night and luckily noticed that my alarm didn’t go of when it was supposed to. Apparently Saturday is not a weekday and I am an idiot. Some final packing, hugs and kisses and a taxi ride later, I was in the central station of Västerås. I was too early, as always. Waiting there in the cold morning wind. […]