ABSTRACT
It was an evening in late autumn 1948. It was snowing and a biting wind blew. Lundh, a moulder, passed the foundry around nine o’clock on his way home from a meeting, when he caught sight of his former workmate Nilsson walking uphill toward the village. Nilsson was moving slowly and-strangely enoughbackwards. Lundh hurried up to him to ask how he was feeling, but in reply he got only gasps. Nilsson was totally exhausted. He simply didn’t have the strength to walk against the wind. Lundh took his friend by the arm to help him home. Slowly, and in involuntary silence, the two men walked the kilometer to Nilsson’s house. It almost took an hour to get there.
