“F\u00f6rs\u00f6k att ber\u00e4tta den h\u00e4r historien p\u00e5 webben. Den skulle g\u00e5 f\u00f6rlorad helt och h\u00e5llet…” hon sa det rakt ut i rummet d\u00e4r hon satt vid sin gamla skrivmaskin. Bara den gr\u00e5spr\u00e4ckliga katten lyssnade. Eller lyssnade. Den h\u00f6rde och kunde inte bry sig mindre om vad hon sa. Skrivmaskinen var hennes Pappas. En gr\u00f6n Halda. Tv\u00e5delat band. En r\u00f6d och en svart del. J\u00e4vlar vad det hade skrivits p\u00e5 den h\u00e4r maskinen. Ark efter ark. De flesta hade rivits s\u00f6nder i ursinne och kastats i papperskorgen. En papperskorg vars inneh\u00e5ll sen hamnade i soporna. Det h\u00e4r var f\u00f6re sopsorteringens tid och hennes Pappa skulle nog inte ha brytt sig i alla fall. Nu var maskinen hennes och Pappa d\u00f6d.<\/p>\n
Hon skrev p\u00e5 den ibland. N\u00e4r ordbehandlarens kalla vita yta p\u00e5 sk\u00e4rmen flimrande och tycktes lipa \u00e5t henne hj\u00e4lpte det ibland att s\u00e4tta sig vid Haldan och trycka ner dess rej\u00e4la tangenter och ljudliga tangenter. Klick, klick, klick och tjoff n\u00e4r hon lyckades trycka ner tv\u00e5 tangenter samtidigt och de fastade ihop ovanf\u00f6r korgen. Man fick ta loss dom och forts\u00e4tta. Men just detta att frustrationen eller renat av ursinnet verkligen syntes p\u00e5 pappret hj\u00e4lpte. Det fick ig\u00e5ng hennes skrivande. S\u00e5 hon skrev papper efter papper. Ord som blev till meningar. Historier. Tills frustrationen och ursinnet rann av henne. Gick ut genom fingrarna, genom tangenterna och \u00f6verf\u00f6rdes till pappret. D\u00e5 rev hon ut det hon skrivit. L\u00e4ste det som skrivits. Rev s\u00f6nder. Alltid rev hon s\u00f6nder och kastade i papperskorgen. Sin egen. Den vars inneh\u00e5ll ocks\u00e5 skulle hamna i pappers\u00e5tervinningen. Hon var barn av sin tid. Men det hj\u00e4lpte. Lugnet kom tillbaks. Historien var kvar. Ordbehandlaren ig\u00e5ng och hon kunde fylla den vita ytan med bokst\u00e4ver, meningar och text. Ber\u00e4tta sin historia. En g\u00e5ng till.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
“F\u00f6rs\u00f6k att ber\u00e4tta den h\u00e4r historien p\u00e5 webben. Den skulle g\u00e5 f\u00f6rlorad helt och h\u00e5llet…” hon sa det rakt ut i rummet d\u00e4r hon satt vid sin gamla skrivmaskin. Bara den gr\u00e5spr\u00e4ckliga katten lyssnade. Eller lyssnade. Den h\u00f6rde och kunde inte bry sig mindre om vad hon sa. Skrivmaskinen var hennes Pappas. En gr\u00f6n Halda. 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