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”The secret of the medallion”

 

ISBN: 978-83-7722-802-9

Julia’s inherited medallion seemed to be the key to many peoples fate. At the same time it opened the door to her new life. The vacation in Israel with her daughter Evelina – which she got as a birthday present when she became 40 – became a turning point in her life. They experienced a lot of unbelieveable things together and got to know many interesting persons.

Especially Dr. Izaak Scharon, who visited their home when Evelina got sick. Instead of examining her, he watched Julia’s medallion with extreme interest. During their conversation it turned out that this very special medallion had belonged to his mother. All of his relatives were gone. Many of them were killed in concentration camps during the second world war. The only memory is a family photo where his mother is wearing it.

He himself, being a little jewish boy, survived the war thanks to a polish family who hid him and took care of him. It also turned out that Julia’s grandfather came from the same town as Izaak’s family.

In Israel things that are connected to the Warsaw riot, the occupation of Poland and also in Sweden occurs. Many parts of the story is located to the calm and peaceful Sweden between Ronneby and Karlskrona and its surroundings as well as in Poland, Israel and Germany, with examples of these country’s cultural and traditional aspects.

The book is written in present tense, but the past is yet present.

“Keys to heaven”

SBN: 978-83-64426-23-0​

Julia has decided to change her life entirely. Finally she feels recognized, happy and beautiful. The new man in her life is called Dirk. He is from Germany. He tells her that she is only woman he ever loved in his whole life. She has faith in Him although they haven’t known each other very long.

She leaves her home, her husband and her children and moves with him to Germany.

At first it feels like heaven and every day is like walking on roses. Though it doesn’t take long before heavy clouds begin to darken her sky. Dirk’s relatives doesn’t accept Julia and they do all they can to make her life as miserable as possible.

The situation don’t get any easier when she loses her unborn child.

As if this wasn’t enough, Julia now meets a former SS-soldier who turns out to have been stationed in Warsaw during the war. The typical scar on his cheek reminds Julia of an event that her friend Samuel took part in during the Warsaw riot. Does he have any connection with Samuel’s past?

Julia decides to settle things of her past. Will she succeed winding up events from the war? Will she loose her happiness while helping other persons?

My poetry collection

 

Antologi Lodz – Tkanina s wadami

Antologia poezji ISBN: 987-83-63199-48-7

 

This anthology is connected to a town called Lodz. Many poets have contributed with their poems. Not only those who live in Lodz and its surroundings, but even polish poets who live in other parts of Europe like Wales, England, Germany or France.

The book contains 260 poems written by 128 different poets. I’m one of them.

To Mr Adam Szyper

 

You have said

There are no far away places

Then

I feel that

I exist

And hope that you sometimes think of me

And if your heaven

Is the same as mine

That connects and not farther off

Then maybe

When the time has come

We will meet there

When everything here on earth

Has lost its splendor

Faded and shrunken

Diminished – got smaller

And lost its significance

When all the flowers in the world

Have lost their scent for us

Released from daily demands

We evaporate like oil of camphor

The only that remains

Are perceptions

Experiences

Written in our poems