1968
grandpa
grandma
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dinner at 12 am
nap-time
she reads the paper( for him)
he sleeps
she says: do you sleep Torvald?
he says( while he still sleeps) ; No, keep reading Elen..
then it is coffee
and the house is alive again.
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for those two hours we couldn’t make a sound. i could sit in a chair and just look at the clock on the wall.
just looking and waiting. when i heard my grandma tap the water for the kettle i run like the wind into my grandpas bed. and he would tell a story about the good old days. ( more or less - telling the true story)
