“No, no, no. You shouldn’t be here. It’s wrong here, you see?’ Let the Right One In The first time Joel Andersson became aware of the problem, he felt nothing more than a vague unease he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He was standing with his hands in his trouser pockets looking up at the building that had been his home for twenty-three years and four months. It was a quarter past six, and the sun was so low that the entire block, except for the apartments on the top floor, lay in shadow. As ...he watched the shadow moved further up, nudging at his kitchen windowsill. Seized by a sudden desire to see the sun before it disappeared, Joel dashed inside and found the lift waiting on the ground floor. As he pressed the button for the eighth floor he realised he was stiff after gazing upwards for such a long time. He rubbed the back of his neck and the ligaments crunched beneath his fingertips as the ageing lift moved upwards. He didn’t know what it was. He’d stood outside for a long time looking at the sturdy rectangle of the apartment block, dotted with windowpanes, experiencing something like seasickness: a sinking feeling in his stomach as if he were about to lose his balance.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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