I think about Sixten and I think about Hans. He’s been on the phone several times since we found out about Ture’s death last week, and I’m powerless to resist. It was as though something inside me opened when I heard the news, and I haven’t been able to hold back. Haven’t been able to shut him out. To be angry anymore. But the fact remains that he took Sixten. I can’t forget that. For a moment or
