Jörgen Christensen

I thought of Jörgen as my uncle but we were more distantly related. I stayed with him for a week when I was 15 and he cried when he waved goodbye to me at the airport. He hired me a bicycle and we rode around Stockholm. He woke me up each morning playing his harpsichord. Jörgen even tried to teach me Latin that week. I loved getting to spend time with him.

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Vila i frid Jörgen!