When Stories Come Knocking at the Door
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I find stories in all sorts of places – in mossy woods, dusty archives and around smoky campfires – but sometimes it’s more a case of the stories finding me, knocking at the door, saying “Hey, listen to me, I’ve got something important to say!”
In the second episode of the Sagoheim podcast, I share a story that came knocking at my door three years ago. It was an early morning in Stockholm and spring was on its way. The snow was melting, the birds singing, and I was sitting and waiting for a tram, when suddenly a wizard appeared in my mind’s eye and was so insistent on telling his story, I had to take out my notebook and pen and write it all down.
There was once a wizard who was so old, only the mountains remembered the day he was born…