Intro:

Jeg hadde en drøm der stuen min var blitt en egen stat, med valuta og greier.  Så her er starten på boken (som kanskje aldri blir noen bok.) Språket er engelsk, fordi det falt seg naturlig. Den observante leser vil finne linker til både Charlotte Brontë og annet snadder.

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Love and Life in New Pretzel (working title)

Chapter one

 

My state was in a particular bad state, and when my dog crapped on the floor, I realized that this was the beginning of a new era. The big New Pretzel depression. Would I ever see my floor again?

Despite its strong currency, It’s joyful inhabitants and blossoming industry, New Pretzel lay before me like a dusty, deserted wasteland.

Reader, I cried.

As I sat down, bent like a pretzel and thinking about the great challenge before me, my eyes fell upon a framed parchment on the wall:

“The Rules on Regulations for inhabitants of New Pretzel:

  • Must be on Acid
  • Must own a dog
  • Must be thin and gorgeous

I stod up with a sigh, and walked across the room. I stopped by the mirror, and there it was. My first gray hair. New Pretzel was taking it’s toll on its devoted leader. I knew strong measures was needed now, and I decided to follow the long gone british economist Keynes advice; to spend money I did not have.

Upstairs the PPP (Pretzel Political Party) was having a party as usual, unaware of the great crisis going on below.

To be continued…

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