Summer 1944, and here I´m standing outside my cousin Nalle´s house with my doll´s pram and my beloved Gullan. My father Stig, had been called up and was stationed at Marma in Värmland, near the Norwegian border. The war was on, and the Germans were just across the border. But despite the war I experienced my childhood as safe and secure. Father came home on leave in his grey uniform and once he had a bag of murel mushrooms that he had picked in Värmland... We lived near the sea and wild nature.

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