Where The Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak.
My external brain , the Internet (and the fact that I found this book at the library´s sales section) again pushed me to remember !! Suffering from a depression can be terrifying, knowing how much your brain might have erased or deleted of your memories. But then the surprise and joy of regaining lost treasures is so much sweeter.
And some of the helping angels on the road of remembrance was LISELOTTE and ELISABETH.
And ” Mit Skatkammer” also belongs in some of my fondest memories……..On special visits to my grandma lying in her bed and being tucked in.Then she would read from that book or make up stories of her own with me as the main character.
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