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When the final separation came, we didn’t talk about it. We pretended that it had no meaning when I packed all my clothes. Just a short visit to Norway.

Linn’s things were left behind. Those I didn’t dare touch— it would have been too obvious, too final.

I didn’t look back as the car drove a…

WHAT IS THERE TO TELL ABOUT THE ACTUAL DEPARTURE?

The publicity around the private grief? The newspapers that pushed into our lives. Stomped on what was painful. Magazines with cover pictures from our first times together. Smiling and happy faces with black captions: “HIS NEW LIFE WITHOUT LIV. R…

IT IS A SHORT LOVE STORY THAT RESEMBLES SO MANY others.

It lasted five years.

When she had lived with him for a few years she began to observe him. She would sit quietly and experience him as an individual.

One who no longer existed only in relation to her.

Gradually, within her an unde…

Now the three of us were making Persona on Faro.

Bibi had a premonition of what would happen, and she spoke to me sternly but completely in vain. I looked at her from the distant heaven where I resided in my capacity as the first woman on earth who loved and was loved.

In the evenings we took…

THE FIRST SUMMER WAS PURE HAPPINESS.

We were making Persona on the island.

It was hot. I was experiencing another human being. He was experiencing me. And we didn’t need to talk about it. I was barefoot in sand so fine it felt as if it breathed beneath my feet.

During the day I would lie o…