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At some point, I woke up. My first night of sleep back in Denmark, and clearly I had failed miserably; I could hear a man laughing in a nearby apartment. Andrew seemed to be sleeping. Had I only managed two or three hours of sleep? No light came in through the curtain. But then, and I don't think I closed my eyes, Andrew's alarm went off -- it was nearly 8, and I had, in fact, slept through the night, though it had been impossible to tell because of the darkness lingering outside.

Greenland.