"I stand for a long while looking at the hammer-and-peg.
Maybe it's cowardly of me to take it.
But New York is not the most hammer-conducive place in the world.
People who live there probably have completely different ways of releasing tensions.
Why should I hammer and make a fool of myself in New York?
On the other hand, I don't want to pretend I'm any tougher than I am. That could easily cause harm.
I weigh the board in my hand.
It weighs next to nothing.
I don't have to use it. It'll be a support just to have it in the rucksack. To know it's there.
And should I need to hammer, I'll have it right there with me.
I could also go without the hammer-and-peg, and just buy one if things get tight. But that's risky.
I don't know how big Brio are in America. Maybe they don't have hammer-and-pegs there. In which case I risk bottling up plenty emotions.
I'd be fooling no one but myself by leaving it home.
The hammer-and-peg has to come.
If the city is as big as I think it is, I'll very likely need to let off steam.
Besides, it'll look good in the X-ray machine at the airport.
I grant the customs people the experience."

- Naïve. Super. by Erlend Loe

A book that helped a pretty dreadful train journey become a little less dreadful. I love this book.