Broremann The Boy

J Jan Oskar Hansen Jan Oskar Hansen
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The boy was eight years old and pretended to have one leg shorter than the other, by walking with one foot in the gutter and the other foot on the pavement. He tried to run that way but it was difficult lost his balance and fell. A strange boy often alone dreaming about what to do, he had told his mother he wanted to be an actor and play many roles and be everything at once. Either that or to an opera singer be, famous, traveling around the world. His mother didn´t think much of his plans and anyway this was his last day in this town tomorrow he was being sent to farm, that had cows, horses, and sheep. He had no say in the matter his mother was sick and had to go to a sanatorium He didn´t mind it so much liked horses and could be a cowboy but he had to go to school to and the children was sure to mob him for talking city like. Down at the docks a big ship was birthing she came all the way from Conakry in Africa. The boy decided to be a sailor, and walked home to tell his mother. Broremann is best translated as “little brother”

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