In a leafy part of the suburb there is a beautiful lane with well-kept residences and flourishing gardens. This includes the household of Jim Olmeyer and Jim Berkley and their small dog Bitsy who tends to bark a lot. New to the vicinity however, is the Fitts family. The father, US Marine Colonel Frank Fitts sports a strict crew cut and a classic brown cardigan with a checkered shirt.
I can still recall the different smells lingering like saffron from a kitchen window. The music that was everywhere and the cigars. My friend who worked for a big hotel drove us around in his Cadillac. After the revolution things changed. But on one visit I met a girl and decided to stay. Marry her, have a few kids, you know. I let the ship return to Sweden without me.
I remember a rope was suddenly blocking my way. I wasn’t expecting that, so that was quite weird, but then I just kept walking with the cross, holding it up high at first and then downwards, the way you hold a yo-yo. Then it was over. And you could have heard a pin drop! Someone shouted “But – you can’t do that!” and “Good Heavens! Look, Sørensen, look!” Then we went out to the taxi waiting outside and drove away.”