Review of Eriks Gondolen – by Allan T.
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My fear of heights had always been a fact. That fear needed to be defeated so I took courage to me and managed to take me up to the gondola.
So, I'm there, a billion feet up in the air and nothing else to do than to start processing the fear. Walked up to the bar and managed to bend your lips enough to get out of me ' ' E-A-a W-whiskey s-sour, T-t-thanks ' '
The woman behind the counter looked at me with a mother's Blida glance and threw on two red together the tastiest whiskey sour ' n i drank.
In a second I found my fear of heights utterly unreasonable. How can I have been so scared? It is therefore a matter of Pavlovisking itself with something positive when darkness fades up. Every time I find myself at a height today I dream myself back to that beautiful evening, that foamy drink with a ice cube in the middle.
All time, then!
Rescue the Slussen, Sincerely, Allan