ABSTRACT
I was born in April 1941 in Nazi-occupied Norway, the youngest of three brothers. I was the result of a happy reunion between my mother and father, who had been separated from each other soon after the German invasion of April 9, 1940. So my first 4 years of life were spent in an occupied country. In fact, virtually all my memories from those years are war-related, the vast majority of them involving some kind of danger. Despite the fact that I have spent some 1,000 sessions on the psychoanalytic couch, I have no real explanation for why this is the case other than the notion that our brains probably deal with existential excitement and threats in a different way to the other bits of information.
