Torsås municipality

Photo: Garpen

The little, little girl gets on the gray sparrow and it takes of from the ground. They start from her home village, Bergkvara, a very small but beautiful village, in the southern Småland, just a couple of miles from the old port town Karlskrona. At the same time the sparrow takes of, the girl turns her head and looks out at the sea. She gets the sun in her eyes so she has to peer. But she can still see the seven crystal white wind power stations spin far away at sea. Garpen stands so magnificent on its little island and the little houses with their white corners surround the lighthouse like a fort. They fly for a while and then they get a glimpse at the school. They can hear screams and laughter. The little girl looks jealously down at all the children who are running at the hill. She remembers last winter when her parents took her there to play in the snow. The girl turns her head away sees the little chapel and the brown clock tower with the clocks playing beautifully. The sparrow and the girl continue their trip, soon they will come out of Bergkvara. They follow the grey road away. Everything she can see now are a few houses by the road, and behind them big fields. The houses get more and soon they arrive to another little village, Söderåkra. The girl sees Ekbacken with all its threes. They pass the school and once again the little girl looks jealously down at all the playing kids. The girl notices Sofia-Magdalena church and a tear falls down from her cheek. She tries to discern her parents grave, but they are way to high. The sparrow makes a little left turn to the sea. The fly past a wind power station that stands next to a golf course. The sparrow starts to fly faster. First are only fields and forest, but then more houses come and they are in Djursvik, with all the little houses, the little boats and the small beach. She looks to the left and sees the nature reserve, Örarevet. The sparrow continues out over the sea, to Öland, towards another country, another continent, who knows where the sparrow and the little, little girl are today.

/Rebecka Fandrey