So a couple of weeks earlier I’d shaved it off. When I showed up at the nursery the next day, Ola, the only other person there of my age, father of Benjamin, Vanja’s current best friend, and a head of faculty at Malmö’s university, had stared at me and asked if there was something different. Hadn’t I had some facial hair or something? He was being funny, not referring to it as a beard,
