Then, there was the industrial Grind. The industry park was the dark side of Agartha, if everywhere wasn't already. No one lived there, they just worked via central commuter trains. No one would ever want to live there, or work if there were another option. But, well, there wasn't. Everyone still had to eat. So daily, to the Grind, it was.
Like a colourful puzzle, that's how Bergen rooftops appear in front of us. A city known for a explosion of colours that breaks out of the cold image we may have of Norway. Do you still think it is not an lively trip for spring or summer?