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“It’s an emergency” the woman told the assistant bank manager with a resigned smile, explaining the last-minute to-do list was about “all those ‘D number’ things” only possible with in-person banking that will vanish a day from now.
Others coming in steadily during the last days before Longyearbyen’s only bank closes its doors for the final time on Friday (open from 10 a.m. to 1 p.m.) have been doing everything from trying to unload the change in their pockets while it’s still “usable” to seeking loans they likely won’t be able to get next week via online-only options.
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I'm a professional transient living on a tiny Norwegian island next door to the North Pole, where once a week (or thereabouts) I pollute our extreme and pristine environment with paper fishwrappers decorated with seemingly random letters that would cause a thousand monkeys with a thousand typewriters to die of humiliation. Such is the wisdom one acquires after more than 25 years in the world's second-least-respected occupation, much of it roaming the seven continents in search of jazz, unrecognizable street food and escorts I f****d with by insisting they give me the platonic tours of their cities promised in their ads. But it turns out this tiny group of islands known as Svalbard is my True Love and, generous contributions from you willing, I'll keep littering until they dig my body out when my climate-change-deformed apartment collapses or they exile my penniless ass because I'm not even worthy of washing your dirty dishes.