The Hundred-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out of the Window and Disappeared

by Jonas Jonasson

‘The land didn’t cost more than four roubles, but they won’t get away with nationalising my strawberry patch,’ wrote Allan’s father in his very last letter home, concluding: ‘Now it’s war!’

He couldn’t really get used to the way people he befriended went and died right in front of his eyes.

‘¡Vete a la mierda!’ Caracas howled and rushed out of the door.

Allan answered that the priest couldn’t begin to appreciate just how uninterested Allan was in that Trinity.

Allan said that he knew of a good asylum in Sweden if in the future the priest should happen to come to some sort of selfunderstanding.

Allan wondered what on earth Pike wanted with a parasol in his glass. You couldn’t drink it.

If nothing else was available, you could run an article on the latest miracle diet. That always worked.

Chief Inspector Aronsson told the anonymous man to piss off, and hung up.