september 2009

When evening came, a huge crowd gathered in the park close to the Community centre. In a corner of the Municipal Sandbox stood Rune Bengthelin with a firm grip of his homemade fireworks.

This was the highlight of his life. Now he would show them what he was worth. He said:
“I will start with a firework that consists not of eight – nay – NINE rockets. They will fill the sky with a cracking and banging and will form the image of a big fountain of light!” (mer …)