Paraskevidekatriaphobics

13 Jun 2008 – Kosvoll

This 23 letters word are for people afflicted with a morbid and irrational fear of Friday the 13th. Some sources say it may be the most widespread superstition in the US. Some people won’t go to work on Friday the 13th; some won’t eat in restaurants; many wouldn’t think of setting a wedding on the date. Read about where the legend and how this superstition originated from this website:

http://urbanlegends.about.com/cs/historical/a/friday_the_13th.htm

Linn was buddy with a sweet girl named Siri at pre-school when we lived on ├ůmotveien, Kosvoll the end of the 1970s. They used to play at Havnbakken and today it is still as beautiful as I remember both Siri and the view. Took a walk up the hill to pay my respect to her as she did not survive a skiing accident. Her father Geir was my banker and friend. Just cannot imagine how I can continue if any of my children depart this life before me.

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity – Edvard Munch