av fortellerkunstner | mai 11, 2020 | In English, Mimesis i Krise
The pain was severe now. He had to get peace and rest. He had fallen in the bathroom that morning. Now things were going fast. They could not move on him. He would die soon. When is soon? He had to have a peaceful death. “I am not going to cry,” I said. He...
av fortellerkunstner | mai 3, 2020 | Daniel døde 11. mai 2016, In English
Today he would have celebrated his 34th day. He died. I have thought that I never really said goodbye, because until the very last it seemed as if it never happened. I sat there by the bed watching him die. But I could never believe it. I can’t believe it now....
av fortellerkunstner | apr 24, 2020 | In English
What ties us together? A cross on top of a building, Christmas dinner with family? A Sunday trip with a friend in the woods? A language we have in common? Stories we know, have heard, believe in? In 1994 when Norway won over Brazil in World Cup football? I do not know...
av fortellerkunstner | apr 22, 2020 | In English
Once I woke up, I sat in the basement. I had gotten out the bed, gone to the basement door, opened it and walked down the stairs. I do not remember doing it, but I do remember the feeling of waking up in the cold and dark basement, wearing a cotton nightgown. I got a...
av fortellerkunstner | apr 14, 2020 | In English
The tiny legs looked like drumsticks there they ran after me down the steep hill. I was traveling again and had placed my four years old son with grandmother. He didn’t want to be there. I walked with long steps, he would never be able to catch me. He had to...
av fortellerkunstner | apr 10, 2020 | In English
Prince Thadeus has assembled a number of female storytellers because his wife has been struck by a desire to hear stories. He opens the long telling session with the following words: ”There is nothing more pleasing and glorious in the world, O my noble women, than...
