Alex’s mother died giving birth to him. Her name was Anna Kamron, and she was sick. It was a water birth. The consequence he got out of that was celebrating his birthday annually by bathing in a lake. Unfortunately, Alex was living in Norway and his birthday usually fell on a Wednesday or Tuesday in November, which led to him getting a cold every year at the same time. But he was an honest man, so calling in sick beforehand became part of the ritual.

Alex drew a lot of conclusions from his rather uncommon way of birth, for he was a rather uncommon person. Whenever a situation presented itself where he could stand upside down, he would do so. After a few times commuting with public transport the few local people got used to the suited blond man and his unique routine.

First, Alex put his suitcase under the seat and made sure no one felt bothered by it. Then he waited for the train to stop at a station, put his head on the seat and with one, elegant maneuver swung his legs above his body. Still in the movement, his right foot found its place in a strap. With vigorous muscle tone and an empty stare he made it to the end of the line, where he had to get off.

Sometimes Alex wondered about the future, what he’d do when he had become too old and weak to continue executing his routine. But usually he was looking at the opposite seat with content and optimism.

Alex’s favorite posession was a picture that he carried in his purse. It showed commuters in old New York subway trains. „Straphangers“ was the title, handwritten on the back, „photo taken by A. Kamron.“

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