When I was 6 we moved back to Luleå, to the
suburb called Gammelstad, a wonderful place.
There I met and became good friends with a girl
called Johanna.
I'm not sure who's fault it was, but somehow
we always succeded to get ourself into trouble.
Usually without the intention of doing anything
wrong. Like the time we gave our teacher some
worms. She didn't get as happy about them as
we thought she would
But one winter afternoon we came up with a bright
idea, or maybe it wasn't. Somehow the search for
knowledge has marked my life and this was no
exeption. I don't blame her for it but I don't
know who of us who suddenly wondered...
"How much snow can you put in a chimney?"
This was before the time when theory and mathematical
experiments where something that could not be compared
to acctually doing things. So we did.
To be continued.