ABSTRACT
Standing at the cliffs at North Cape I saw the same landscape as other visitors have seen for centuries, and simultaneously I saw a different landscape. Looking down I saw the cliffs fall straight down into the sea. Looking north I saw a horizon where the sky merged with the sea. I had travelled as far north as it was possible to travel on land. It was not possible to travel farther north without crossing a very material border, the cliffs which marked the boundary between earth and sea. I had reached the north point of Europe's mainland, the edge of the world, known for centuries by sailors, explorers, traders, travellers and tourists. When I had the cliffs of North Cape under my feet, I had a strange feeling of being two places simultaneously.
