A man walks upside-down through town. Eyes, nostrils, suspenders.
Everything is upside-down. It’s completely different from a man walking on
his hands. Today has been hell, he says, which means today has been
heaven. His head is level with our toes, and it’s difficult to keep up a decent
conversation. Back pains, collisions with lampposts, photographers, TV-
preachers. “This will put our town on the map,” the mayor thinks. “Maps
are good,” his wife says.
Translated from the Norwegian by Robert Hedin and Dag. T. Straumvåg