My brother Jorgen Halper

Was a person of integrity, honor and morality ... and damned difficult to obtain.

It was always on his terms ... and he lived "outside"

He lived very spartan except that he was sure his clothes.


What he put his money came out when my mother cleared out his apartment.

She found the receipts of payments to his daughter.

She was born in 1988 in Croatia and he tried to take mother and child here but since he officially had no income to speak of so it was rejected because that he was not considered able to provide for them.

They did not know him ... he had made sure that they got what they needed.


He regularly sent money instead ... a lot of money.

My beloved brother, I am so proud to be your sister!


We grew up in a large house with two apartments, in one of my cousins lived, and in the top we lived. We went neither to kindergarten or nursery school and were exempt from the educational aspirations until we started school ... we had to discover the world itself ... and we did.


Well I was not entirely happy with the scheme of things.

I would rather have a big brother who was driving a moped and took me on exciting

adventures.

All my cousins were younger, and the kids away was so orderly, obedient and boring.

But now it was as it was and you had to make the best of it.

... so we played, quarreled and fought ... and played.


My mother was single and worked at the hotel so we had a nanny in the evenings.

She would stay until we fell asleep ...

We where pretend sleeping every night and as soon as she was gone, we jumped out of bed ... and played some more.

... and scratched each other on the back. We had a clock, two minutes. Sometimes I was blown on my ... "Nah now I sleep" "but my then?!" ... He grinned just irritable and folded.


But I kept the accounts so next time we would itch, it was tough negotiations.

To recover two minutes was difficult because it would mean that he had to scratch my 4 minutes ... and it was too long. So to get up and running again as it used to conclude that he had to pay again for one minute I got 3 minutes ... and the itching started again.

... and we played on the "Noisyville" ...


Most of all indian and cowboy and we had both guns and bows.

Such a child must not play with nowadays ... they are referring to computer games where they kill each other instead.

I was always Indian and my brother cowboy.

I dreamed of becoming a indian when I grew up and I said to Mom. She said it must be born, there is no one becomes.

What a disappointment!

But I solved the problem with that I would be kidnapped by Indians and then remain there.

I would have an Indian named Black Feather ... and we would ride out on adventures together ... in the wild gallop across the prairie. He was on a black horse, war painted with a long black hair fluttered in the wind. I'm on a brown chestnut with my bright hair fluttering in the wind ...


We had imagination, freedom, and our cousins ... so it works with a little brother too.