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“I have chosen to look into the investigation here in Denmark once again. The

reports made from the investigation in 1984, were in many ways far too lacking,
both in relation to Johan, who had worked freelance for Kräsen for a couple of

years, up to his disappearance, but also in relation to the alcoholic Jens

Willumsen. "
"Hmm, yes." Olina nods approvingly.

He continues in a low-key voice: “The investigations around Johan became so

vague, because they did not want to hurt the wife and the children, thus not
taking the demanding, but well-needed, in-depth conversations with Johan, that

could have shed light on his mental state around the time, afterwards then
mapped out, in great detail, his journey all the way up to his disappearance. The

same was true of the other Dane, Jens Willumsen, who disappeared the same

year. His disappearance was quickly seen as a consequence of his long-time
alcohol abuse. He could’ve very well fallen into a lake, drowning, or getting lost

in a cave, starving. His death may very well be on one of his trips down south. "

"Yes, I agree with that."
"How about we go for the dish of the day?" Tom points to the chalkboard that

describes today's dish: Garganelli pasta with creamy parmesan and egg yolk-
sauce, along with fried smoked bacon and crushed black pepper.

“Yeah, let's keep it simple. No New-Nordic for me today, mate. ”

Tom seems to be in a brilliant mood; it's not just Olina. He is in a white shirt
with a pattern she hasn’t seen before, almost a bit summery, and a tie in a silver

hue, black jeans and black suede boots. She is herself in her usual, slightly dull

everyday wear consisting of jeans, a collar blouse in red with a white pattern at
the neck, a pair of ordinary dark brown leather boots and the hair set up in a

tuber at the neck.

"You look good, and it looks like you're in a good mood, even though we have a
lot of big problems on our hands," she says slightly concerned.

She hates feeling underdressed, and she really feels that now. It happens to be a

scar that she is dragging along with in her mind from her early childhood years
as a refugee in Denmark, where she always were wearing second hand clothes.

She clearly recalls the large, black bags that were unloaded a couple of times a
month at a particular place in the refugee centre that read: Free clothes and