Category: Neurodiversität
What I saw as a landscape, they saw as mushrooms
The other day, on a Sunday, I was in Torrskog, visiting Hajo’s grave. It was sunny, lovely autumn weather. I’d taken the VW Multivan with me and, after my visit, made myself comfortable in front of the church. Not far away, in the car park, there’s a walking map and a wooden table with benches.…