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Landing Page
Title Page
Epigraph
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I should not have gone back…
That something is closely remembered…
It was Ebba Simonsen who called to…
The island: it seemed as if it had always existed…
I am not sure what I expected…
After signing off, Johannes drove a…
When did the decay set in…
I often wondered what Minna remembered…
It is raining. I stand near the…
They meet up in the Simonsens’ house…
In the old days, it happened sometimes…
The Dead House: this was…
We ate oranges, crammed slivers…
We had our own inner spaces…
I have written that we went to school…
Inventory, after the first five days spent…
It is raining again. I stand at the edge…
Odd how the island landscape…
I spent days drifting along…
Mina spent most of her time…
For days afterwards, I behaved…
And predictably, what I feared most…
The attic is the only place in the house…
I must have fallen asleep om the sidecar…
Kaufmann died in January 1973…
Minna went to a foster home…
I make notes: this is the fifteenth…
A first for this visit to the island…
From now on, I take no risks.
After just a few hours’ sleep…
I stop in the hall. It is the place where…
As I found out long ago…
It was Johannes who transported the children…
It has surely been less than an hour…
Because I do not know when…
So Minna returned to us…
After the morning when the police…
After meeting in trams over…
I had asked Minna if she remembered…
After Minna’s move away from the…
She had been found floating lifeless…
They would not let me see her for a long…
I am not sure how long I can hold out here…
But of course, you went anyway…
And perhaps that is your big mistake:…
You did not come home again…
All those nights when Minna had gone…
Dawn. The sirens of fire engines…
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