The electricians
This is one of the first dreams I can remember writing down. I was still attending classes in the University and earned extra money temping in the casualty ward. It was better money than being assistant nurse and I could immediately use the experience as part of my study. It was in the casualty ward I met Poul, my husband, who was already an experienced doctor. We had only known each other for some months, and even though I had almost made up my mind that I had found the man for the rest of my life, I had a hard time letting go of the free life I had lived to its fullest extent until I met Poul. I know this might sound snobbish, but since that was the feeling I had at the …