
By Bjørn Ingvaldsen
It may also be teeny-weeny and merely something that lives deep inside of him. But perhaps just as dangerous for all that. Something no one is able to see, maybe because no one…
It may also be teeny-weeny and merely something that lives deep inside of him. But perhaps just as dangerous for all that. Something no one is able to see, maybe because no one wants to see it? Or hear about it?
Balder is brave, but in a different way from his classmates – all those loud talkers clamouring for attention. In every class photograph Balder stands beside the teacher. He doesn’t talk unless he is supposed to, and sometimes not even when he is supposed to. But he does have something enormous. Something enormous that is microscopic and deep, deep inside of him. Somewhere in the immediate vicinity of his heart.