above all, love each other deeply.

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Såhär skriver hon:

”My dad has never been one to cry. He looks like a small, round Jewish accountant, actually when I was a kid I was convinced they modeled the Pringles guy after him. He’s lived a big life in his sixty years. He grew up in Spain and Cuba and lived in Mexico for a while. When he was young, he spent summers working on sailboats and fishing boats. He taught me everything I know about the ocean. When I was little, we used to go out on the boat with a fishing net and catch these tiny little fishes, hundreds of them at a time. We would come back to shore and he would show me how to cook these by rubbing them in your hands in salt and pepper and then frying them in a sizzling pan over a fire built on the sand.

“If you get sand on them, it’s okay, they’ll taste better,” he said, as he tossed another handful of tiny fishes onto the pan.

Once they were fried to a crisp, he would take them out and lay them on brown paper to cool for a bit. Then he would pick up the crunchy fish by its little tail and stick the whole thing in his mouth and eat it.

“Their bones are so tiny that when you fry them, they become crunchy. You can eat them whole,” he said to me. No matter how many times we did this together, I would never eat one, content with just rubbing the little fishes in salt and pepper and sand, and throwing them on the fire.

My dad was a teacher of the practical things for a childhood. If my mother taught me about literature and good films and fashion, he taught me how to fish, how to ride a bicycle, how to build a quality experiment for the science fair. In the fifth grade, he helped me build an invention which would hold a nail in place while you hammered it. My dad was a crafty parent due to his being a contractor and he built me things with his hands, doll beds and the perfect desk chair. We went camping together and he shared with me his love of mountains, just as strong as his love of the ocean. He and I became tan in the ocean and the mountains, watching the way nature surrounded us and made us feel infinite.”