59º36´14´´ N 9º25´8 ´´E | -4,5º | RV7258 | MEHEIA, NOTODDEN
This light is what Atle Johannessen will awake to, on the roadside small parking in Meheia.
He will pull the curtain aside, see the pink sky blend with the yellow light from the lampposts. He will sigh and then exclaim;
–Shit, this is nice.
But firstly, who is Atle?
Atle has yoghurt and carrots for breakfast.
Atle prepares for half marathon.
Atle has skies in the upper bunk, just in case.
Atle has a truck-cabin tidied with military precision.
Immaculate dashbord, wallet, mobile telephone.
Tightly made up bed.
Two childrens faces above the windscreen.
He holds keenly onto all of this, even after all these years.
Atle is a former military employee and served in the Légion Étrangère for a number of years.
At a point he had achieved most of the non-written bucket list.
Except love. Marriage, children, family life.
Something he did not see how he could achieve where he was at the time.
He got his truck drivers license and began truck-driving in France.
Fell in love with the receptionist in the company, changed company, got two great children and a lovely house in the French countryside.
He continued to drive the truck for a number of years.
Up to the point where the competition from foreign companies increased and prices became too high. He then packed wife and kids and moved to Norway, and have been driving here since.
Or rather, meanwhile, as he puts it. Because the way he sees it, the exact same thing happens with the transportation industry in Norway at the moment.
Same thing is happening….
But, for the time being, Atle is still driving the truck.
A truckdriver who takes his compulsory rest at Meheia next to Notodden. And who in this very moment pulls his curtain aside and observes a pink sky mix with the yellow light from the lampposts and sighs.
–Shit, this is nice.
He then rolls over on his back, puts his hands behind his neck, his eyes observing the ceiling, smiling.
I have had that true feeling of happiness once, when I just had moved back to Norway; I had got job, house, and the wife and kids were to follow.
Then I drove the snow covered high mountain planes at nights and the snow was whirling around the truck?. It was truly magical, a sort of euphoric feeling of happiness. It was as if it all fell into place.
But it did not last.. Whilst he was longing home to her, she was missing France.
If Atle encounters Einar the Wolf on one of these scheduled rests along the Norwegian roads somewhere, they will most certainly discuss topics of life: On all that went well and the things that didn´t. And everything in between.
There are tons of metaphors when talking of life. This is Einar’s:
– One shall live with a large windscreen and a small rear mirror. Look mostly ahead and throw a tiny glance backwards. Because if you spend too much time to look in the rear mirror you might risk to crash into your own future.