Von Sundahl

We had managed to finish and print my daughter’s thesis a week before she had to hand it in. The final title was: The Other Sex. Simone de Beauvoir in the Twenty First Century. We were all terribly excited. All for different reasons. My daughter since she would become an official intellectual. My wife because she wanted to proof to everybody but mostly herself that she could still throw a wonderful party. Me, because I was about to give the order to execute someone and save my family.