Nostalgia 2

J Jan Oskar Hansen Jan Oskar Hansen
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Nostalgia There is an island small near the airport and is connected to a small bridge. In summers I used to take my dog there for a swim… the dog liked to swim but not far and long, just too cool off. Parking was no problem back then and dogs were allowed. After swimming we walked to a café I bought a litre bottle of water, cupped my hand so the dog could drink too, I read a paper and the dog found a shade. Drove back yesterday wanted to see if there had been any changes, the beach was full of sunbeds, each one with a parasol and it cost money by the hour. Those who didn´t want to pay had a stony part of the beach they resembled a flock of seals on a reef. It was all so organized and clean it looked to me like a military encampment. No, nothing stays the same, my dog is dead, has been so for a long time.

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