‘I don’t remember much of my childhood, but I do remember this: I was seven years old and my father had died.’ Fiction by Johanne Lykke Holm, translated by Saskia Vogel. granta.com/wake/
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‘The guests came up, in pairs or one by one, and stuck their head down in the coffin. I sat on my stool, listening.’ A story by Johanne Lykke Holm, translated by Saskia Vogel.
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