Before I had enough courage to confess to myself that I am a writer, I had long given up finding my way in the world of the other arts. As the 3rd daughter of a father who taught graphic arts and nude figure drawing at the Academy of Arts, I had been overly stimulated to paint and draw and follow in his footsteps. I´m pretty sure I was the only child who handed out hand-made woodcut printed invitations for her 9th birthday party. A party on which we visited a museum of natural history, and I remember feeling relieved that day because now my friends could see for themselves that keeping small pets in pots of aqua fortis, as we did at home, was in fact quite normal. Skeletons of animals could be seen at other places than at my house.