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| About a head
wind: "I came to Fridhem on December 31, 1973, from a red cottage in the country. Three rooms in number 8, by Länsmansvägen. It became my home, a big oak in front of my balcony made me feel good about it, the wind in the leaves warmed my soul. But head wind came. I was told on a meeting about garbage handling. They were going to empty my house. I was expected to move within three months. Never, never, I thought, will I leave. I had seen the house across mine being demolished. A small grandchild had watched the machines tear it down through my kitchen window and said: They won't take your house, will they grandma'? Oh no! I said. I had made a promise then. I wasn't going to move. I refused to sign the new contract 'til the end. Christmas and New Year came, and January, February. The first thing I took down were the yellowed drawings from my grandchildren. Then, as if some higher power had driven me, the rest of the packing went fast. I would have liked to bring the closet door with its notes on how the children had grown up. But as everything was reversed in the new apartment, I had to settle with a photograph. When my children carried all my things out, it felt like I was already gone. I was alive but at the same time I wasn't, when I listened to the wind in the oak one last time, while traffic continued outside.Would the birds miss me? They, who had their dining table on my balcony. With my inside frozen I left, against my will, my home of 28 years. Naturally it hurt. How much I don't expect anyone to understand. When I turned the key in number 8's door that last time. After 28 years there nothing will be the same and my inside is empty.” |
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| About a fair
wind: ”The winds turn! Found out pretty soon that the wind blows in another, smaller oak too, and that the same forest is still close to me. With paths leading to the top of the mountain. I'm happy enough to live in my home town and home country. What a joy, when the woodpecker and all the other birds found my new territory. Playing, noisy children give me joy. I can follow them through the kitchen window. All of those, who had to leave everything, in a country far away. I have five children, twelve grandchildren and sixteen great grandchildren, all pretty close to me. I live in the most beautiful residential area, and noticing that parts of me are rooting once again. So I'm at home here, faithful to Fridhem, as long as my weak heart can do it. When I'm writing, it's the end of may, the wind is blowing, the swallows are singing. I'm sitting on the balcony, closing my eyes. See the big oak's leaves within me. Hear the traffic pass by in the distance. I have a warm feeling inside. God, I like this moment, my moments. Here. 30 years as a Fridhem resident! |
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I do the
wave for: There is always crumbles and water on my balcony for dear little loved friends What the world would be without their beautiful song I have a hard time
trying to understand." |
