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In the house I grew up in we had a great swimmingpool. My brother and I enjoyed it immensely and swam like dolphins all day long during the summers. The mornings began with a quick swim, the first thing we did, when we returned from school was diving through the water. In the wintertime we [...]
When I was a teenager I dug out the old wooden armchairs that used to belong to my greatgrand-parents from the basement in my parent’s house. The chairs were beautiful, old, carved, deeeeeep chairs that invited and inspired my guests to share their thoughts and lofty ideas. But the chairs were old and eventually they [...]
These metallic swimmers have been swimming in the lush summer-grass near my family-summerhouse ever since I was born. I think they deserve a goldmedal at the Beijing Olympics for tireless efforts throughout the decades.
The biggest wave that has ever hit me was the immense wave of love that came on january the 17th in 2006 at 13.45 on the maternity ward at Odense Universitets Hospital, when I got to hold my newborn baby in my arms. A smaller wave of awe followed when she brought with her a [...]
My mother was afraid of dark water. Throughout her life she avoided all situations – however appealing they appeared – that involved dark oceans, ponds, lakes. She knew they would make her feel nauseous. No moonlit scinny-dipping. No romantic midnight-strolls along the boardwalk. No summernight-fishing for mackerel in the Norwegian fjords. No shooting-star-watching from the [...]