Viktor Fagerström spoke the international language of Mall. He was just another tourist with a gut; or was he? He walked the streets of the old city looking up at the apartment buildings and imagining the lives therein. Down at the beach twentysomethings gathered at evening to sing songs and smoke around campfires. A steady stream wandered away to make love in the dunes offside. As the momentum of his life hurtled ever faster towards old age, Viktor wondered about these young people: who they were, and where they came from? He knew that the gap between him and youth was unbridgeable. In his heart there lived a savage songbird with an anguished anthem to sing.
Ó Brian Ahern 2014
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