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It never occurred to me that there must have been a number of losers that day. Future colleagues whom I would meet a long time later in a tour bus. That we would lightly trade back and forth the young people we once were, with laughter and distance.

Then I only had Grandma. By morning I was with…

It hurts to remember the last part of her life. An old people’s home. Tastefully furnished. All the colors harmonizing, staff in white aprons and patient smiles. Yet as soon as the bell rang for breakfast, lunch or supper, the fifty old ladies immediately had to leave their rooms and troop to the d…

Seeing pictures of Mamma when she was young makes me sad. She is lovely, her eyes are happy and full of expectation.

Why doesn’t life turn out as we hope and plan?

Why is Time so merciless, stealing our opportunities if we are not swift enough to grasp them immediately?

Why is it so fright…

Books have always been living things to me. Some of my encounters with new authors have changed my life a little. When I have been perplexed, looking for something’ I could not define to myself, a certain book has turned up, approached me as a friend would. And between its covers carried the questi…

I was in love for the first time. Although I didn’t hear bells ringing, as Mamma had promised me. But it was wonderful even So.

His name was Jens.

We didn’t talk much, for we were both shy—silence was part of our relationship. Life pulsated around us differently than it had earlier. Our good-…