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“I was young and had so many ideas about what life should be. Pictures--which are fragments of our life together: walks on the beach, when like children we buried coins in the sand so that we could find them again many years later. In case we were poor or war had come. A small pile of stones in memory of a summer day and of two people who knew how to play together. Nights, when we lay close to each other, and he whispered that I must be quiet, so that he, in the stillness, could long for me and ask me to talk to him again. Our boundless need for each other, for what the other one should represent. The powerlessness when something went wrong. We entered into each other‘s lives too early and too late. I sought the absolute security, protection. A great need to belong. He sought the mother. Arms that would open to him, warm and without complications. Perhaps our love originated in the loneliness we both had known before. His dream was the woman who had been created in one piece. But I crumbled into all kinds of bits and pieces if he wasn’t careful. When we had parted, we clearly saw the mistakes we had made…” (Liv Ullmann, Changing)