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, […]
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Tomorrow a mourning mistress
The house of Don Francisco sat in a remote part of the desert and a thin veneer of dust had settled on the shining paintjob of the limousine as it […]
The emigrant
Upwards, onward, always on the move. “Do your best”; my father’s voice comes back to haunt me. “There’s a day tomorrow”; I hear my juvenile falsetto responding; but as a […]
It’s not from fireworks
As the year wound down to a close, they gathered around the table and raised their glasses filled with blood. Cheering for their cluster bombs and Tomahawks, for drones and […]
Failing quotas
Reaching quotas, performance targets, changes, improvements, the web was weaved around Gregor Samsa, and metamorphosis had came gradually. Gently excluded he was trapped inside the pull of: “more”, “better”, “faster”. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 