One hundred and one – and one day
On October 23rd my grandmother turned 101 years old. I called her, as I’ve always done on her birthdays, and she was as surprised as she always was when I’ve called from California. “Happy birthday grandma!” I said. She was quiet. “It’s Stine” I added. “Is it Stine? Are you calling from America!?” For her it was always very grand to get a phone call from America. After I confirmed that I was calling from America she immediately asked me…