Soil is not my soil
With bleeding gums from scurvy, liced and scabbed we, the sea-sick, found our way to freedom from the belly of the ships and built our life in hardship of the […]
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Damned be potatoes
They say, for farmers, the weather’s always bad. Too much rain, too hot or way too cold. But I, the miller, always got my share. Farmers used to come to […]
A father’s son
Anders Swanson always wondered why his adventure ended where others saw beginnings. He had endured the third-class crossing, the humiliations and the shattered dream of acres for himself. Always late, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 