Meeting Benches World art in all forms
Lars Gustafsson was born in 1936 in Sweden, loving mathematics and philosophy, but he knew how to love life also writing poems and novels. In his stories (as well as in his poems), you see the nuances of the imagination, where the rich man of knowledge plays with time and with their own identity. Not forgetting, reading what he has given us, that the south of Sweden is the setting for many of his novels. On his words, such as stones, they should set itself up our poetry houses, but also those of reality. He is the architect who decoded the existence with the words, by giving it to us in a simple way, and reaching deep inside each of us.
And if I had never existed? This is what is asked a former professor of philosophy at Oxford. He has learned to free the soul from the body, to travel back in time, discovering the fine line between memory and dream. All memories take him back to the year 1954, when he arrived in Västerås Ms. Sorgedahl, together with stronger summer hailstorm in history. She was twice his age, and a boring husband, but also long red hair, with soft arms that would open the doors of life. Reconstructing this experience, like a puzzle, he finds himself a lost paradise full of old friends, where to travel, no time.
