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know exactly what it was. It was probably a place where kids played or sang or something like that.
    She thought the name of the club was Barnas Sus 3 , and she was proud to be part of it.
    She thought it was a grand name. When she learned to read, she realised she had been wrong and that the name was Barnas Hus 4 . She was terribly let down.
    I feel the same way.
    It must have started as early as when I used to watch Play School. All the stuff about today’s number, and that when the little hand is close to five, the time must be something to do with five. The hostess, well-intentioned and tremendously optimistic though she was, didn’t exactly do me any favours. Today I know all the numbers and letters. I read as fast as anything.
    What I’d like to know is what I’m supposed to do with it.
    It’s a little late to talk about this now. Maybe a bit silly.
    The damage is done.
    I can’t pretend that I don’t know what I know.
    But it’s crap. It really is.
    Give me a ball.
    Give me a bike.
    Those are formats I can handle.
    On my way home from the forest I see the horse again. It’s brown. 
    3 Lit. ‘The “Buzz” of Children’; connotes a joyous atmosphere of children playing.
    4 ‘The House of Children.’

The Animals
    As I am locking the bike, Børre comes over to me again.
    Kindergarten is over for the day. Now he’s playing by himself. He is building a castle in the sand pit, and wants me to help him.
    I tell him I am going upstairs to change and have a bite to eat, but that I’ll be down afterwards.
    Fax from Kim.
    It’s been a while since I heard from him. He writes that he’s been busy. The weather conditions have apparently been quite extraordinary up there. But now it’s over. The conditions are dry with a north-easterly breeze. Variable cloud cover.
    Kim has spare time.
    The list of things that used to excite me when I was younger has inspired him to write his own.
    This is Kim’s list:
    – Detective stories
    – Tarzan
    – A girl in kindergarten whose name was Jannicke, who had long eyelashes
    – Another girl in kindergarten whose name was Vibeke, who also had long eyelashes
    – Spying
    – Pinching apples
    – Lego
    – Outer space
    – Superman
    – Radio plays
    – My birthday
    – Presents
    – Theatre
    – Christmas calendars
    – A blue pedal car
    – Climbing trees in summer
    – Building a cabin
    – Setting fire to Matchbox cars
    – Another girl whose name was also Vibeke, who lived one house away from us, and who was older than me and who taught me how to cycle
    – Cycling
    I think Kim’s list is good.
    There are several items there that should also have been on mine, but I feel I can’t change it now. And take from Kim. It’s a bit uncouth. But cycling and detective stories ought definitely to have been on my list. I don’t understand how I could have forgotten them. But everything related to girls was completely out of the question as far as I was concerned. I remained indifferent towards them for a very long time. I had girl friends, but never thought of them as girls, much less about them having long or short eyelashes.
    I think the awakening came when I was on the bus once and some guy asked me whether I was a boy or girl.
    Idiot.
    We both have Lego and Outer space. They’re given. But I don’t believe Kim not having been concerned with poo and pee. He’s probably just forgotten.
    It happens.
    Børre is still sitting in the sand pit when I come down. He’s humming a song I am unable to identify. He’s wearing his bicycle helmet. Maybe he has strict parents. Børre has built several cylindrical houses. He has probably filled the bucket with sand and beaten the sand hard and turned the bucket upside down. You get houses that way.
    He is asking if I could build a system of roads and bridges.
    Of course I can.
    We sit there for a while, building and chatting. It’s quite pleasant. Relaxing.
    Børre thinks I’m good.
    I tell him he’s good too.
    We’re both