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oskar hansen


November Wind


November has till now been mild I had a window open
suddenly a cold blast entered. I got up closed the window,
which when a strong young seaman called a porthole.
the top of the TV, which at the time, was showing a program
The cold blast, unfamiliar with being indoors settled on
of old people´s home and how badly they were treated;
abandoned by a family for whom they had become a burden.
I switched on the heating and cold air soon dissipated.

Today I bought 100 kilo of smokeless wood, it was a heavy
going pushing the trolley to the car, a young man took pity
helped unload the load and put it in the trunk of my car.
When I came home I sat down and cried a little, this is what
It is coming to,100 kilo is an obstacle and I have to buy more
before winter is over. Freedom is the ability to move and be
able to look after oneself; I fear for my future, sooner or later
I will be a prisoner of old age, but I will not surrender yet.

Submitted: Monday, November 18, 2013
Edited: Monday, November 18, 2013
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