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144 pages, Hardcover
First published September 5, 2025
…the day Eline stood at our table, pretty drunk even though it was a weekday, and called me Frank, and wouldn’t stop, she had decided my name was Frank and so that was my name, nothing to discuss, I was Frank, and in all the years we eventually lived together she never once called me Olaf, only Frank, and I have to admit that it took me a long time to get used to being called Frank, as well as Olaf, to tell the truth I never really got used to it, and that wasn’t so strange since she was the only person who called me Frank, everyone else used my real name, Olaf, no more, no less, Olaf pure and simple, but actually it was fine to be called Frank too, I got used to it, so it was no wonder that people in Sund started calling me Frank-Olaf, or Olaf-Frank, and calling her Eline, Franka, or sometimes Frenka, or Frenke-Franka or Franke-Frenke, probably no one, yes, except me, ever called her Eline, and actually it was pretty rude that they never called her Eline, her real name, although actually her birth name was Josephine, she told me that once, privately, and that’s the name on her tombstone, so there aren’t many people, aside from a few so to speak initiates, yes, actually just a few people who came to her funeral, where the pastor used her real name, Jospehine, who know what Eline’s, or Frenka’s, or Franke-Frenka’s real name was, and even in Vaim they completely stopped calling her Eline, same as in Sund, or they called her Eline as long as she lived with Jatgeir, or the man called that, even though his real name was Geir, pure and simple…