When I lay my head on the pillow at night, I think of my friend Alma. I'm disappointed in her, that she never became a renowned actress that I could brag that I knew her before she was famous. It's small of me, I know, and selfish.
Alma was probably disappointed in some measure as well, and no doubt had the same aspirations for herself; but more likely most of the time she was just trying to make it through the day and through the night.
I'm disappointed in myself. I didn't do enough for her. I never told her how much I admired and respected her.
The Swedish word for the världsberömd. It means world famous.
- by Francis S.
Tuesday, June 03, 2003
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