On the right track

It's quite incredible the difference a school makes.
Luca is back in the right one.
Where he belongs.
The one that is 40 minutes away on the train.
Through Skangerland and the piss-smelling bridge.
An oasis of enlightened education. A school loved by its pupils.

I never thought that I'd ever associate the smell of stale urine with the relief of a strong sense of homecoming...