Erik satt ved vinduet på en liten kafé i Amalfi.

Erik sat by the window at a small café in Amalfi.

Rundt ham var det liv og røre.

Around him, there was hustle and bustle.

Turister overalt.

Tourists everywhere.

Fargerike blomster klatret oppover veggene, og havets bølger ga en rolig bakgrunnsmusikk.

Colorful flowers climbed up the walls, and the sea's waves provided a calm background music.

Han hadde datamaskinen sin åpen.

He had his computer open.

Arbeid.

Work.

"Erik," sa Sigrid, mens hun la mobilen ned.

"Erik," said Sigrid, as she put down her phone.

"Du er på ferie. Kan du ikke legge bort arbeidet en stund?"

"You're on vacation. Can’t you put the work aside for a while?"

Erik sukket.

Erik sighed.

Han visste at hun hadde rett, men det var vanskelig å slippe taket.

He knew she was right, but it was hard to let go.

Leif kom inn med en is i hånden.

Leif came in with an ice cream in his hand.

"Erik, du må bli med oss i dag. Vi skal på en fantastisk tur langs kysten. Klippene er vakre!"

"Erik, you have to join us today. We're going on a fantastic tour along the coast. The cliffs are beautiful!"

Erik nølte.

Erik hesitated.

En del av ham ville bli med.

A part of him wanted to join.

Men den andre delen sa at han måtte jobbe.

But the other part said he had to work.

"Greit," sa han til slutt.

"Alright," he finally said.

"Jeg blir med."

"I'll come with you."

De startet turen tidlig om morgenen.

They started the tour early in the morning.

Solen stekte, og stien var smal.

The sun was blazing, and the path was narrow.

De kunne se det blå havet glitre langt under dem.

They could see the blue sea sparkling far below them.

Sigrid ledet an, full av energi og glede.

Sigrid led the way, full of energy and joy.

Leif fulgte etter, litt stille og ettertenksom.

Leif followed, a bit quiet and thoughtful.

«Se på utsikten!» ropte Sigrid plutselig.

“Look at the view!” Sigrid suddenly shouted.

Hun pekte mot en utsiktsplass lenger oppe.

She pointed towards a lookout further up.

De nådde toppen, og synet tok pusten fra Erik.

They reached the top, and the sight took Erik's breath away.

Det var som et maleri.

It was like a painting.

Klarblå himmel, det åpne havet, og de kuperte klippene som stupte ned i vannet.

Clear blue sky, the open sea, and the rugged cliffs plunging into the water.

Han kjente en varme spre seg i brystet.

He felt a warmth spreading in his chest.

Erik tok fram kameraet han hadde pakket, nesten uten å huske det.

Erik took out the camera he had packed, almost without remembering it.

Han begynte å ta bilder.

He began taking pictures.

Han husket plutselig hvor mye han elsket fotografering.

He suddenly remembered how much he loved photography.

«Wow,» sa Leif, som stod ved siden av ham.

“Wow,” said Leif, who stood next to him.

«Så du liker fotografering?»

“So you like photography?”

«Ja,» svarte Erik.

“Yes,” Erik replied.

«Jeg hadde bare glemt det.»

“I had just forgotten.”

De tre vennene satt i stillhet og så solen synke ned i det glitrende havet.

The three friends sat in silence and watched the sun set into the sparkling sea.

Erik visste at han hadde funnet noe viktig igjen.

Erik knew he had found something important again.

En balanse.

A balance.

Lidenskap.

Passion.

Tilbake i Oslo kombinerte Erik jobben med fotografering.

Back in Oslo, Erik combined work with photography.

Han tok seg tid til å reise og oppleve mer.

He took time to travel and experience more.

Livet føltes rikere.

Life felt richer.

Sigrid og Leif fortsatte sine eventyr.

Sigrid and Leif continued their adventures.

Og Erik? Han var endelig fri fra arbeidets kvelende grep.

And Erik? He was finally free from the stifling grip of work.

Han husket Amalfi og kvelden de sammen så solen besøke havet.

He remembered Amalfi and the evening they together watched the sun visit the sea.

Slutten.

The end.