Saga Sjöberg
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My name is Anne Knutsdotter. Kari is my mother's name. Truls is the name of my little brother. Our house is a hovel where no one would think that anyone could live. And it is called the tottering castle, leaning tower,open to the sky. We die of hunger. In the summer we have fun, in shells and bowls gathering berries in the woods. On the grass-covered roof two spindly birch trees grow which our thin goat nibbles each day. And we call her darling, ugly thing, curly top. And the little hen is Tip Top! My father is a peddler. He looks like no one, goes to the devil. My mother keeps house and turns her spinning wheel. But Truls does nothing. And it is called the tottering castle.