she was "Blondenette", a somewhat paradoxical nickname considering her build as a trunk thrower. After ravaging three Ikea bedding, they had separated good friends, he more and more taken by his work as a high official, and she tired of Parisian life, dirt and the vulgarity of the French. She had therefore set sail again, heading for her dear country, but as she had loved her Ulvunge very much, she informed him in a ten-page letter which he received shortly after his departure that if one day the healthy life at large air tempted him, he would be welcome in his home in Norway. So, after having made sure that...