The giant structure made from steel, glass and concrete is soaring into the sky. In its pointy angles and harsh lines that are so defining for this construction the blazing sunlight is getting refracted - even in early summer the oldest ski jump in the world fascinates, and snow is barely there anymore.
The ranks are empty - where cheering fans are meeting up in winter today runners are jumping up and down and are utilising the many stairs for their training. Every now and then a car stops, pouring out a small group of tourists, quickly photographing the steel giant in a very Japanese way, to speed on just seconds later.
Cecilie and I use the time to take another look at the jump from down below, strolling through a nearby forest, enjoying the view over Oslo. I'm very happy.
