Creative writing story

Travelling from Sorsele to Storuman
Talking to an old man .


Jenny Petterson

Character

Name: Anna Johansson
Age: 20
Interests: cross-country skiing, music, my dog and hang out with my friends.
Why I'm going on this trip: I want to be the first women who participate in Vasaloppet.

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I said bye to my father and got on the train in Sorsele. It was 7 am and freezing cold outside. In front of me was a big adventure that I had yearned for the last twelve months. I would be the first woman ever to participate in Vasaloppet in Mora!

The compartments were quite small, I could not understand how four people would get in here with luggage. I took a seat next to the window and picked up a sandwich and yesterdays newspaper from my bag.At the same time the door to the compartment opened and an old man got in. He said hello and took the seat next to me and fell asleap almost at once.

The train set going and I leaned back. It felt strange to travel alone, I had never done that before. Well I had been to Piteå on the coast, but that does not count, it is to close to Sorsele. While I sat there, I came to think of how wonderful the nature is in the northern part of Sweden. Lots of mountains, snow and cool animals. Last week when I went to cross-country ski, I managed to get a sight of both a hare and a fox. My dream is to one day see a bear and her little kids. I know they are dangerous, but they look like cuddle toys!!

The old man woke up and looked at me. He said his name was Anders and that he was going to Östersund to visit his daughter and her family. What he most looked forward to, was to meet his grandchild's boyfriend Kristian Madsen. He ordered some coffee and cookies for both of us and began talking about his adolescence. It was interesting to listen to him, it felt just like as when my mother told me goodnight stories when I was little. He said that he had lived in Sorsele his whole life. The only times that he had been outside the village was when he married his wife in Jokkmokk and when he had visited his daughter in Östersund. The last thing I remember him talking about was how good things were in the old days….the whistle woke me up and I looked out the window on to the platform in Mora.

The adventure was just about to begin.......

 

 

 

 

 

 



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