The dream of Europe
Carensa was 6. But determined. She was going to Europe. The land with castles at every river’s bend. And princes and princesses. A magical place.
A penpal on the other side
Early ‘70s. The Cold War was still very cold. With no end in sight. Ever. And I had a penpal in East Berlin. Even went over there to meet in person.
My best summer
I was going on an adventure. Leaving my small hometown in Sweden for the great metropolis of Berlin, Germany. By myself. As in, I came up with the idea, I planned the trip, I made all the arrangements.
A moment that changed everything
She looked around the room and asked, loud enough so everyone would hear: “Does anyone here know Berlin?”
Expressing gratitude or “the rest of the story”
Our lives don’t play out in isolation. We each have people who are crucial at various points in our lives. Meet a couple of mine.