The Girl Who Saved the King of Sweden
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Jonas Jonasson. The Girl Who Saved the King of Sweden
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CONTENTS
EPIGRAPH
PART ONE
CHAPTER 1. On a girl in a shack and the man who posthumously helped her escape it
CHAPTER 2. On how everything went topsy-turvy in another part of the world
CHAPTER 3. On a strict sentence, a misunderstood country and three multifaceted girls from China
CHAPTER 4. On a Good Samaritan, a bicycle thief and a wife who smoked more and more
PART TWO
CHAPTER 5. On an anonymous letter, peace on earth and a hungry scorpion
CHAPTER 6. On Holger and Holger and a broken heart
CHAPTER 7. On a bomb that didn’t exist and an engineer who soon didn’t, either
CHAPTER 8. On a match that ended in a draw and an entrepreneur who didn’t get to live his life
PART THREE
CHAPTER 9. On a meeting, a mix-up and an unexpected reappearance
CHAPTER 10. On an unbribable prime minister and a desire to kidnap one’s king
CHAPTER 11. On how everything temporarily worked out for the best
CHAPTER 12. On the love of an atomic bomb and differential pricing
CHAPTER 13. On a happy reunion and the man who became his name
PART FOUR
CHAPTER 14. On an unwelcome visitor and a sudden death
CHAPTER 15. On the murder of a dead man and on two frugal people
CHAPTER 16. On a surprised agent and a potato-farming countess
PART FIVE
CHAPTER 17. On the dangers of having an exact copy of oneself
CHAPTER 18. On a temporarily successful newspaper and a prime minister who suddenly wanted a meeting
CHAPTER 19. On a gala banquet at the palace and contact with the other side
PART SIX
CHAPTER 20. On what kings do and do not do
CHAPTER 21. On a lost composure and a twin who shoots his brother
CHAPTER 22. On a final clean-up and breaking camp
CHAPTER 23. On an angry supreme commander and a beautifully singing woman
PART SEVEN
CHAPTER 24. On existing for real and on a twisted nose
EPILOGUE
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
ALSO BY JONAS JONASSON
INDONESIA
ABOUT THE PUBLISHER
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In some ways they were lucky, the latrine emptiers in South Africa’s largest shantytown. After all, they had both a job and a roof over their heads.
On the other hand, from a statistical perspective they had no future. Most of them would die young of tuberculosis, pneumonia, diarrhoea, pills, alcohol or a combination of these. One or two of them might get to experience his fiftieth birthday. The manager of one of the latrine offices in Soweto was one example. But he was both sickly and worn-out. He’d started washing down far too many painkillers with far too many beers, far too early in the day. As a result, he happened to lash out at a representative of the City of Johannesburg Sanitation Department who had been dispatched to the office. A Kaffir who didn’t know his place. The incident was reported all the way up to the unit director in Johannesburg, who announced the next day, during the morning coffee break with his colleagues, that it was time to replace the illiterate in Sector B.
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Ingmar turned his borrowed Fiat round in the blink of an eye, was helped along by several downhill stretches in a row, and caught up with the hundred-horsepower-stronger royal car. The next step would be to try to pass the car and maybe pretend to break down in the middle of the road.
But the anxious royal chauffeur speeded up so he wouldn’t have to endure the wrath he expected the king to exhibit should they be passed by a Fiat. Unfortunately, he was looking at the rear-view mirror more than he was looking ahead, and at a curve in the road, the chauffeur, along with Cadillac, king, and companions, kept going straight, down into a waterlogged ditch.
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