my newgrandparents
2022Copenhagen

I'm on my way to a place I should know inside and out, I don't. I haven't been here before.It's a cold dark blue December night, it's snowing and I don't have enough clothes with me.
I'm walking down a long winding road. Here there is a long way between the lampposts. The houses are outdated and have moss on the roof, I imagine people living here, I have to, there isn't anyone.
I have my bag on, I haven't been home since I got off school. It took so long to get up here that it is now dark. I've never been here before, at least as far as I can remember.
I'm looking for a house I don't know what it looks like. I exclude the houses that do not fit into the small amount of knowledge, I have about the people who live in the one im looking for.
I tell myself it can't be the house with a private lake. It can't be right that they have a long stone-paved driveway, and it doesn't make sense that they should have huge floor-to-ceiling windows.
But I check my crumpled paper with an address on it, it should be here.
Im afraid to knock, but my doubt disappears as i see my grandparents for the first time since i was a baby.
This would later show, to be one of the last times i were to see my grandparents on my fathers side.

Tim Bertram

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