All of this happened while I was walking around starving in Christiania--that strange city no one escapes from until it has left its mark on him...
I was lying awake in my attic room; a clock struck six somewhere below; it was fairly light already and people were beginning to move up and down the stairs. Over near the door, where my wall was papered with old issues of the Morning Times, I could make out a message from the Chief of Lighthouses, and just to the left of that an advertisement for fresh bread, showing a big, fat loaf: Fabian Olsen's bakery.
--Knut Hamsun, winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature
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