One year waiting has paid off - first hour of my birthday is on! Here in the UK I have discovered the art of postal service. I feel like I'm six again, when granny didn't have a phone and we would write to each other.
Also being a person who never throws things away (I even tried to collect bottle caps, but that was a waste of space), I have managed to hold down this letter from 1997:
Now fourteen years later - the last treats in my mailbox:
From Amsterdam to Rochester with love:
"Grattis! Du vet att du har blivit gammal när...du märker att ungarnas historiaböcker handar om saker du själv upplevt" - "You can be rest assured you're old, when...you realize that history books talk about things you have experienced yourself.
Well, I will go to bed now and wake up happy and bright.
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