![]() The war begins with Lindgren hoarding cocoa, tea and soap, and there is some minor grousing about butter rations. “Germany will have to bear the blame in perpetuity,” she writes in December 1939, “for letting the Russian barbarians loose on Europe.” Along with many other Swedes, she feels her country is a minnow trying to evade the jaws of two equally terrifying predators, Nazism and Bolshevism. Lindgren notes at one point that Sweden is suffering from “unrequited love” for Finland, bombarding its people with everything from knitted woollens to bottled blood and receiving only bitterness in return. ![]() She is constantly worried that Sweden will be drawn into the war it stays neutral throughout, but this makes for strained relations with the country’s neighbours. Lindgren writes mostly as a guilt-ridden onlooker. ![]()
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