Once upon a time…

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Isn’t it strange how life doesn’t turn out the way you imagined it would? When I was about ten years old, I thought I’d have three children by the time I was twenty-three, I would be a doctor and own a private hospital in America and save people’s lives. After work I’d drive home in my red Porsche (911 of course) and park it in front of my white house, with large windows, and my chef would have dinner ready for my family. At the weekends I would hang out in my castle in France and be a princess and wear my mum’s dresses and meet interesting people and solve the atomic crisis. It didn’t quite turn out that way….

…I became a writer instead.

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In Norwegian: 

DET VAR EN GANG…

Er det ikke rart hvordan livet ikke blir som en hadde tenkt? Da jeg var omtrent ti år gammel, så trodde jeg at jeg kom til å ha tre barn før jeg fylte tre-og-tjue. Jeg skulle bli doktor og eie et privatsykehus i Amerika og redde folks liv. Etter jobb skulle jeg kjøre hjem i min røde Porsche (911) selvfølgelig og parkere den foran mitt hvite hus, med store vinduer, og kokken min skulle ha middagen klar til familien. Helgene skulle tilbringes i slottet mitt i Frankrike, som prinsesse selvfølgelig, i ført mammas ballkjoler og jeg skulle møte interessante mennesker og løse atomkrisen. Det ble ikke akkurat sånn…

…jeg ble forfatter istedet.

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