Impatient to get on, Line phoned directory enquiries as the queue of cars crawled slowly forward. The woman who answered also took her time, but eventually found an Ole Linge living at Brunlanesveien 550. Line asked for the number to be relayed as a text message and made the call. A man with a soft voice answered as she was about to hang up. ‘Is that Ole Linge?’ she asked. ‘Who is this?’ Line introduced herself. ‘I’m calling with regard to Viggo Hansen. You know he’s dead?’ ‘I saw the announcement.’ ‘I’m writing a story about his life for VG and I’m looking for people who knew him and can tell me about him.’ There was silence at the other end, and Line thought for a moment that the connection had been severed. ‘About his life?’ Ole Linge asked. ‘Actually about what it’s like being on your own; going through life without having anyone to share it with. To that end, I’m keen to talk to people who knew him.’ ‘I see.’ ‘Are you going to his funeral tomorrow?’ ‘I don’t go out much.’ ‘Would it suit for me to come to see you tomorrow afternoon?’ ‘Why do that?’ ‘To talk about Viggo Hansen.
