From Day to Day by Odd Nansen
Author:Odd Nansen
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Vanderbilt University Press
Published: 2016-04-17T00:00:00+00:00
This is a painted wood carving. It represents many a broken dental instrument, many a bloody fingertip, many a curse, and many a loving thought.
The move to get Colbjørn exempted from the German journey didn’t come off. [Bauleiter] Niebel said he wouldn’t apply, because he thought a stay in Germany would do Colbjørn good; he’d noticed that he was anti-German. That was the very deuce. Next moment I went to Denzer. I took a box I had just finished, and planned the campaign minutely. The box part was a hundred percent successful. He was melting with enthusiasm, also Kunz, who threatened to upset my whole plan by being there. Yes, the box was “wonderfully made.” “Everything stands out—really marvelous—so natural isn’t it?” and he turned and twisted my work of art, held it at arm’s length, stuck it right up on his nose, reeled off all the superlatives in the German language.
Then Kunz left, and I began. I told him about Colbjørn. Laid it on thick, said that Niebel must have got quite the wrong impression of him. He wasn’t anti-German, but possibly a bit anti-Niebel, I ventured. That went home. One must play on what small strings there are, and the Bauleitung is a good old string. I went on to talk about Colbjørn’s little daughter and his old father who was ill (so I declared; he’s no doubt fit as a fiddle).
Yes, Denzer remembered Colbjørn, that tall young man, but it was a pity I hadn’t come sooner, then he would have arranged it. Now he was afraid it was too late. I expressed the view that he could manage it if only he wanted to. I knew he was preening inwardly at this flattery. He promised to do everything in his power to keep Colbjørn here, but was afraid it wouldn’t come off. As yet it hasn’t come off, and now we’ve reached midnight, and tomorrow the transport is to leave. They’re to parade at half-past seven with all they’re taking.
After the hut had been put to rights this evening everyone gathered in the lobby for a short time. Francis said a word or two to those who were going away. We sang the national anthem and Colbjørn replied in a few strong, simple words. Francis didn’t lecture this evening. We just sat together talking, and finally we had our night meal together.
Colbjørn has just come up and wrung me by the hand so that I still feel it. Well, good night then!—for the last time.
SATURDAY, MARCH 20, 1943 ■ Denzer’s whole attempt came to nothing; I strongly suspect him of having forgotten all about it as soon as my back was turned. And so Colbjørn went off—in good heart. The parting was short and hard, as partings should be after all. Now I shall have to try and take over his news service. With my poor memory and with all the frantic Russian and Tunisian and Chinese place names!*60
Per [Krohg] has been lecturing this evening, especially on Picasso.
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