When I grew up I loved coming at my grandparents place. Often it was only my grandmother and me having some hygge moments together, because my granddad worked and travelled a lot as a professor at the University. Without saying, I know she appreciated my company – she wasn´t alone and we were just in the moment together. I loved her and very often we sat on the couch, me leaning up at her, while she over and over again read fairytales from Hans Christian Andersen for me. She always, out of many, suggested reading “The Little Match Girl”, which I loved dearly.
There was no doubt literature did something to my grandmother, it gave her comfort and a way to get away. I´m sure she saw herself in The Little Match Girl, who felt lonely and had to go through so much all by herself, even though I didn´t know at that time. It didn´t end happily, but for me it ended the best way. It was so sad and beautiful at the same time. Like her!
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