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    One moment in space

    One moment in space can be a whole life or just one moment thousand light-years long or one thousandth of a second short   One word in space can be a whole encyclopedia or just one word thousand light-years long or one thousandth of a second short   One thought in space can be a whole universe or just one thought thousand light-years long or one thousandth of a second short

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    Not even three and a half kilo

    A well-shaped girl. Ten toes, ten fingers. She fills her lungs with air and let the world know that now she is here. At least in the small town Avesta. The mother and father give her the name Mai Elisabeth Ingrid. If Ingrid that day would have been possible to choose  if she really should take the step into that life that waited for her, she maybe would have screamed NO NO NO. Luckily you don’t know . Then. You fill your lungs with air because that’s what you supposed to do. And even if it had been like you could have known, what could a newborn child have done?…

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    Early spring

    Marsch 16, 1965. You can imagine that the snow just has melted away, or maybe there is some snow heaps left here and there as traces of the snow plow. A gentle spring rain enhances the aromas and one can hear birds chirping among the birch trunks. It drops from the icicles that not have melted completely. In one of the rooms in the maternity ward at Avesta hospital. The mother will give birth to her second child and it will be a doughter. The second doughter. The mother is not yet twenty years old, but soon. The father has just turned twentyseven. The first doughter has just passed her…

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    Ett oskrivet blad

    Allting börjar på något vis någonstans vid någon tidpunkt. Det handlar bara om vad det är man vet, om allting. Det börjar någon gång men det tar aldrig slut. För vem skulle bestämma när och hur det tar slut? Hela tiden händer det något nytt. Något ytterligare. Som förlänger. Som utökar. Som tillför. När jag dör så tar MITT liv slut, men allting utanför och runtomkring fortsätter. Det som jag vet något om, började någon gång i Ungern och någon gång i Sverige. Man kan säga att det är den början som jag vet om. Ändå är det inte så värst mycket jag vet om att jag vet, om allt…

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    To pray or not to pray

    I’m certainly not an ateist. But I have difficulty seeing the benefits of God. I mean, you don’t know, if God exist. The neighbour Bertil though, he exist (just as an example). Let’s play with a thought that you pray to Bertil, doesn’t that fill exactly the same function as if you pray to God? With that little difference that you really know that Bertil exist. There could be a little problem if not even Bertil gives you any answer. That’s not good either. I have some problmes to pray to something that not possibly exist. And, maybe why you should pray, at all…?  Jag är absolut inte ateist men…

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    Pieces of puzzle

    A man in a canoe. The man isn’t anyone. The man in the canoe is my grandfather. It could have been just a picture, any picture, of my grandfather. But this is not any picture. I’ve always, in my whole life, wondered where my love to wood and handicraft comes from. Noone else in my family, are like me when it comes to this. We are all talanted in music, art, writing… But when it comes to design and make furnitures and handicraft in wood, Im the only one. Then I got this picture. My grandfather in a canoe. He has made the canoe himself. Your life is a puzzle…

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    Like a watershed

    The year was 1997. Like a watershed. Before. And. After. The year was 1997. Something ends and make a beginning possible. The “before” will and shall always be there. Impossible to delete. It’s like when you walk up from the water after a swim – but now, you never will be able to dry. The water will stay and you will freeze and long for the other side of the watershed even if you don’t want to be there. The water will never dry.

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    You could feel the smell of early autumn

    Long, thick dark hair. Her waist was so narrow that her husband easily reached around her waist with his hands. She was young, only twenty years old. He was tall and slim, twentyseven years old. You could feel the smell of early autumn. The leaves on the trees had just started to fell. There were a mix of green, orange, yellow and brown. Her name was Eva and on her knee her first doughter sat, her second doughter was playing on the floor, and in her stomack her third child was growing. His name was Hans, and he stood behind the chair where Eva sat with their first doughter. Someone…