At my age, you think about the afterlife. I’m mostly inclined to think there’s nothing there, but sometimes I can’t help but let my imagination run wild. My good friend Ulla Steen says she believes that all of us who like each other meet in the big angel bar where we are expected. I see myself arriving at the angel bar, and there’s my father, my husband and my son, and one of them says: “There’s Lise. Now we are four again for a l’hombre.
My mom and dad didn’t love each other, so they were always fighting.