Text and image Britt-Arnhild Wigum Lindland
Some days ago I got an email from the daughter of a very good friend living in a "faraway country".
My mother had surgery. She is back home but will have to lay flat on her back for many weeks still......
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Weeks in bed! The email took me 27 years back, to my second pregnacy. Torgeir was 1 1/2 years, we had moved from Tronheim a few months earlier, Terje had a busy job, I was 7 1/2 months pregnant. The last weeks of my first pregnancy had been difficult and now the doctor told me "your blood pressure is too high, you need completely peace, you need to lay down untill the birth"
5 weeks it took, five long weeks. A neighbour looked after Torgeir during the days, Terje had to take cate of everything when he came home from work. No family close and we had lived in this very small village for such a short time, only a few months, we had no close friends there yet. Five long weeks. Flat on my back.
The only three people I saw during these long weeks were Terje, toddler Torgeir and my doctor. Five long weeks. Flat on my back.
This was before internet. This was in the time of the art of letter writing.
I will never forget the letters I got during these weeks. Five long weeks. Flat on my back.
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Now my dear friend has weeks ahead of her. Long weeks. Flat on her back.
I am writing her letters. One handwritten letter every day. I started doing it for my friend. To please her. To shorten her days. Already while writing the first letter I realised I'm also doing it for myself.
The pleasure of letter writing.
The lost art of letter writing.
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Do you write the oldfashioned handwritten letters?
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Photo: a mailbok along the road somewhere in Syria
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