Fyrväktaren
sep07

Fyrväktaren

I lived in a house cut steep into the bank. The chairs had to be nailed to the floor, and we were never allowed to eat spaghetti. We ate food that stuck to the plate – Stepherd’s Pie, Goulash, Risotto, scrambled egg. We tried peas once – what a disaster – and sometimes we still find them, dusty and green in the corners of the room. Some people are raised on a hill, others in the valley. Most of us are brought up on the flat. I...

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