We left Malmö on Friday, but before going to Stockholm we drove Dani Birgitta to her boyfriend Ingemar. That gave us the opportunity of making our way through österlen, the south-eastern part of the province of Skane, and this in the time of year when the fields are ripe with apples. We passed the cliffs of Kaseberga, the coast south of Simrishamn, Kivik and then to the fairy tale hills of Brosarp, beyond which Ingmar lives in a small house, facing the northern hills. Unfortunately, Ingmar has not been well, and will undergo an operation Monday. However, he is in no way feeble, and in his characteristic manor, after some convincing, he proudly read us an ode to life that he wrote some time ago. His father was a famous Swedish poet during the early part of the 20th century, and, with appropriate symbolism one can conclude that the apple doesn' t fall far from the tree.
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