I grew up being surrounded by music. In this story, and all the other’s to follow, there’ll be music. A soundtrack. To listen to. To dance to. Tomorrow a month ago was the anniversary of Harry’s death…two years ago. The last thing he heard from me was music. Not the track you see in the picture here. Another tune that makes you happy and adds a smile to your face. He only saw my first version of this story and said: “You can do that”. The story lay dormant for several years, but is coming back to life and now almost to it’s end. I won’t be able to show him the final print-version, but I can dedicate it to him.
Now I tell you something about the image: showing Malino and…yes. That is a pot-bellied pig. I told you the story would be funny!
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