Time to go

Copenhagen, November 2011

Again, a small death. Packing up and leaving. It gets no easier with practice.

This time in Sweden has been busy with a lot of domestic travel, public appearences and meetings. Visits to Norway and Denmark. Wonderful, but exhausting. For the first time, I have felt like a proper Swedish author, included. But abruptly, that will all change now, and I will have to start swimming in another sea, at the other side of the earth. I know that once I am there it will feel absolutely fine, it’s just this transition that is so very hard.

On the way to Auckland, I will stop over in Paris for a week, and for the first time meet my French publisher, Archipel. It will be very interesting to see how ‘Let me sing you gentle songs’ will be received in France.

Under resans gång

Somligt har jag lärt mig

under resans gång

Det är inte alltid

namnet på stationerna

som betyder något

utan snarare vem

som möter dig på perrongen

när du väl kommer fram.

 

During the journey 

Some things I have learnt

during the journey

It isn’t always

the names of the stations

that are significant

but rather

who will meet you  on the platform

when you finally arrive.

Siv Arb, from Nattens sömmerskor/ Seamstresses of the night