Somewhere along the railroad between Stockholm and Uppsala, you
will find two gentlemen sitting on a pile of rocks, looking at you
through the train window, with a very curious look on their faces.
They look like kids who have found a secret place in the world,
where evil people are doing something evil, very evil or maybe even
extremely, super-duper-evil. A place no one knows anything about,
which makes it even more mysterious.
-”This looks like a very secret place, Thorvald.
This is not a train station, it’s not a station at all. But
there’s still tracks leading to that secret place to the
right. What on earth are they doing in there? What happens with the
trains that follow these tracks into that building?”
-”Maybe it’s the place where they hide the
you-know-what from you-know who. Harry. The place that no one
should bother with. A place that only the Harry named Harry
Potter would know how to handle, not you.”
-”You make me scared, Thorvald. What if that person on the
train , the one that just looked me in the face, was a guard of the
secret stuff, and reported me? The place might soon be full with
brown ninjas that will attack us and make us disappear. It will all
happen quicker than we can say peasoup with pancakes and
syrup but no whipped cream and strawberry jam and only real Maple
syrup and not that artificial stuff, please.”
-”You’re right, Harry. Let’s get out of here and
forget about this place. That person did look weird. Let's forget
about this place forever and ever and a while more while
we’re at it. It's time for us to go to a better place,
without a secret train-napping facility and without those ninjas. A
place with waffles, maybe.”
-“Yes, waffles. With strawberry jam and real whipped cream.
Not like those norwegian waffles, more like those Belgian waffles
we had the other day - remember?”
And the two men left while discussing waffles of the world, but
unfortunately got caught by a school teacher and had to participate
in the rest of the class for that day and learn more about the
history of Häggvik and the Klasro school
(which in fact is a museum, so what on earth did a rogue teacher do
there?). Oh, well. Things that happen by the railroad track in the
vincinity of the oldest school in Sollentuna and a secret building
for the railways, filled with brown ninjas.
Makes you wonder about life, doesn’t
it?
Congratulations to FTF: Team 5B! (Within
hours from publishing the cache!!!)