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  • ParadoxSeahorse@lemmy.worldtoLemmy Shitpost@lemmy.world•Boxing day nightmare
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    8 days ago

    And here’s the translated blurb for “Leka Doktor”, for fun:

    A short novel about love and eroticism.

    Anya has been terrified of doctors, illnesses and hospitals her whole life. Then she meets the great love, Martin is the man of her dreams and he feels the same way. The only problem is that he is a doctor, and Anya has big problems with her love life. She finds it hard to relax and enjoy their relationship when she constantly imagines that she is sick and that he finds various faults with her.

    One day she has an accident and becomes really sick, she needs support from Martin and her best friend Katja. But Martin has to do something else, he has commitments he promised himself before they met.

    Can Anya overcome her fear of doctors and hypochondria? Will they find a life together? Can their new relationship withstand being apart for three months?

  • ParadoxSeahorse@lemmy.worldtoLemmy Shitpost@lemmy.world•Boxing day nightmare
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    8 days ago

    The woman who “found” them said she planned to write a book about it, and then later did.

    From the summary:

    This is the true story, according to me Kicki Karlén about when I’ve first came across all the skeletons in the Church. In just a week I went from being a normal silent person to became known all over the world.

    This is just a short story where I tell you about it. You get to see my point of the view, what I’m thinking of all the journalists questions, the Swedish authorities and about what they are digging up as side-stories.

    Yes, I took photos off the skeletons in Ikeabags, but I did not do it to get famous. Yes, I emailed some local politician, and plenty of other people about it.

    I did not in my wildest dream imagine that this thing came out this way. I also did not imagine that my life is no longer private, and I did not for a second consider that words was put in my mouth, and that the whole focus went far beyond the focus of all these dead people and on to me, writing erotic short stories and other stories, focus on what I think of the local politicians and the township. But the fact is, that I started it. If you buy the story you can learn why, and there’s also pictures of it all in the end.

    This is not the easy entertainment I use to write, but it is the truth about me and the roll I had to play in this story. I hope I’ll give you all relevant answers in this explanation, about the skeletons in Ikeabags, the Church in Kläckeberga Sweden and about what started it.

    Bur please remember while reading; these skeletons were once human beings just like you and me, and they deserve our respect for their lives and their death, and give just a thought of compassion with the parish who uninvited had to deal with this whole mess.

    And what about me? I just love to tell a good story, and this one is the simple truth, not a fiction story I made up to amuse you. I will also warn sensitive persons for the pictures at the end of the story. I or my publisher Balder Books will take no responsibility what so ever for any damage you can fell by reading the story or watching the pictures. By buying this story you agree to hold me as a private person, an author and a publisher free from any blame that can came out of this. It’s the true story with pictures, that’s all it is.