I never thought we’d even get to Oslo. We’re already in the huge snaking queue at JFK waiting to check in when Rivka suddenly gasps ‘Oh my God, I left my passport in the taxi!’ Talk about life on the wild side. This is holiday Armageddon.
Well, to give a shaggy dog a short back and sides, she recovers it after numerous phone calls just in time to make the flight. Once in Oslo we make straight for the National Gallery, Room 19, to admire Munch’s Scream, that portrait of the ovaloid face, mouth agape, hands clapped on both ears, read more >>>
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