It is completely surreal to watch a program about a place I myself lived in as a boy.
Came there in the early 80's with my mother and lived on the first floor with a small balcony for a few years.
I clearly remember "mother Inger" and her children. I went with newspapers with her son early in the morning then.
Loved her daughter Lisbeth, but I was also only 11 years old.
I think the eldest son lived on the twig, and through him I got to know the group "KISS".
The house looks like itself from that time, but somewhat more dilapidated.
Although "Mor Inger" and I had very different views and perceptions of life, I would like her to rest in peace.
Came there in the early 80's with my mother and lived on the first floor with a small balcony for a few years.
I clearly remember "mother Inger" and her children. I went with newspapers with her son early in the morning then.
Loved her daughter Lisbeth, but I was also only 11 years old.
I think the eldest son lived on the twig, and through him I got to know the group "KISS".
The house looks like itself from that time, but somewhat more dilapidated.
Although "Mor Inger" and I had very different views and perceptions of life, I would like her to rest in peace.
