Ingrid stod på trikkeholdeplassen i Oslo.

Ingrid stood at the tram stop in Oslo.

Byen var stor, og trikken var ny for henne.

The city was big, and the tram was new to her.

Butikkene var travle, bilene kjørte forbi, og folk gikk fort.

The shops were busy, the cars drove by, and people walked fast.

"Ingrid, du kan gjøre det," sa hun til seg selv.

"Ingrid, you can do it," she said to herself.

Hun så på kartet av t-banesystemet.

She looked at the map of the subway system.

Linjene gikk hit og dit.

The lines went here and there.

Hver farge var en ny retning.

Each color represented a different direction.

Hun skulle ta den grønne linjen.

She was supposed to take the green line.

Men hun kunne ikke se den grønne linjen.

But she couldn't see the green line.

Hun så bare rød, blå og gul.

She only saw red, blue, and yellow.

Ingrid gikk til informasjonsdesken.

Ingrid went to the information desk.

"Unnskyld, hvor er den grønne linjen?

"Excuse me, where is the green line?"

" spurte hun.

she asked.

Mannen pekte på den gule linjen.

The man pointed to the yellow line.

Ingrid var forvirret.

Ingrid was confused.

Hun tenkte at den gule linjen kanskje var den grønne linjen.

She thought maybe the yellow line was the green line.

Så hun fulgte pekeren hans.

So she followed his pointer.

Ingrid stod på gul linje-plattformen.

Ingrid stood on the yellow line platform.

Trikken kom, og hun gikk på.

The tram arrived, and she got on.

Hun så på de andre passasjerene.

She looked at the other passengers.

De så ut til å vite hvor de skulle.

They seemed to know where they were going.

Ingrid hadde ikke det.

Ingrid didn't.

Hun var bekymret, men hun satt stille.

She was worried, but she stayed still.

Trikken startet.

The tram began.

Den gikk fort.

It went fast.

Bygninger, trær, og folk gikk forbi i et virvar.

Buildings, trees, and people passed by in a blur.

Ingrid så ut av vinduet.

Ingrid looked out of the window.

Hun kjente ikke igjen noe.

She didn't recognize anything.

Da skjønte hun.

Then she realized.

Hun var på feil trikk.

She was on the wrong tram.

Hun ble redd.

She got scared.

Hun visste ikke hvor hun var.

She didn't know where she was.

Hun visste ikke hva hun skulle gjøre.

She didn't know what to do.

Men hun visste at hun måtte komme av trikken.

But she knew she had to get off the tram.

Så hun trykket på stoppknappen.

So she pressed the stop button.

Ingrid gikk av ved neste stopp, langt borte fra Oslo sentrum.

Ingrid got off at the next stop, far away from Oslo city center.

Hun var alene.

She was alone.

Hun tok ut kartet igjen.

She took out the map again.

Hun studerte det nøye.

She studied it carefully.

Så gikk en eldre dame forbi.

Then an elderly lady walked by.

Ingrid stoppet henne og spurte om hjelp.

Ingrid stopped her and asked for help.

Kvinnen så på kartet.

The woman looked at the map.

Hun pekte på den grønne linjen.

She pointed to the green line.

"Du er her," sa hun.

"You are here," she said.

"Du skal gå dit.

"You need to go there."

" Hun pekte på Oslo sentrum.

She pointed to Oslo city center.

Kvinnen forklarte hvordan Ingrid kunne komme tilbake.

The woman explained how Ingrid could get back.

Ingrid takket kvinnen.

Ingrid thanked the woman.

Hun følte seg bedre.

She felt better.

Hun fulgte veiledningen og fant den riktige trikken.

She followed the instructions and found the right tram.

Hun følte seg sterk.

She felt strong.

Hun hadde gjort en feil, men hun hadde løst problemet.

She had made a mistake, but she had solved the problem.

Ingrid steg av trikken i Oslo sentrum.

Ingrid stepped off the tram in Oslo city center.

Hun så på de travle butikkene, de kjørende bilene, og de hurtig-gående folkene med nye øyne.

She looked at the busy shops, the driving cars, and the fast-walking people with new eyes.

Oslo var fortsatt stor.

Oslo was still big.

Men nå var det litt mindre skremmende.

But now it was a little less intimidating.

Ingrid kunne navigere det nå.

Ingrid could navigate it now.

Hun følte seg hjemme.

She felt at home.