The undertaker Mr. Søndergård quickly on the spot.
Three coffins are laid out in my mother's saloon, neatly side by side. The coffins are open.
There are so many people come down, that space is just as full as on Independence Day, a few months ago.
The residents of our village busy talking to each other, the ladies sitting behind small glass of juniper berries, the men drink whiskey or beer. Mei Lan goes back and forth with the empty glasses and I stand behind the bar with my hand on the repaired pump.
Wordt vertaald, even geduld aub..
