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I had become an established film star, with photographs and interviews in the press. I smiled from pictures taken in capitals most of my family only knew from the atlas. Smiling, arm in arm with famous and stupid and wise and kind and rich people.

Encountering situations I had never thought woul…

I wonder how many Noras there are in the world who would like to go, but never dare. And if they go—where? Is it important to know—or is it the actual step through the door that counts? The will to meet the world beyond one’s own constructed security.

AS LONG AS I LIVED ON THE ISLAND, I KEPT THINKING that I would be able to break through the isolation and find him on the other side.

We recognized so much in each other. Perhaps we were too much alike.

Sometimes he said that we were.

I used to dream about a great togetherness and was sure…

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…