Now Grandma started to explain that she had found a letter that my father had written to me just before he died. I felt a knot in my stomach. He had died eleven years ago. I wasn’t even sure I remembered it. Dad’s letter sounded terribly solemn, almost like a will. I realized Grandma had a large envelope in her lap, and now she had given it to me. It was taped shut, and on it was written only “For Georg.” It wasn’t Grandma’s handwriting, and it wasn’t Mom’s or Jörgen’s either. I tore open the envelope and pulled out a large sheaf of pages. I jumped, because at the top of the first page it said: Are you sitting well, Georg? Because it’s important that you sit well, because I’m going to tell you a thrilling story…