ANNE MARIT
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Search engines are fascinating. You type a few words and they find you a song. It was the right one. A heterogeneous mix of tradition, of collective memories far removed from my own. Of back-to-school flash mobs, but also its zest for life. The zest for life of Anne Marit when you drop off your children at daycare in the morning. That contagious energy that puts you in a good mood. That childlike energy that makes them climb trees, jump into the pool, go hiking, sometimes work. That energy you find again in the evening in Anne Marit’s stories. Anne Marit is not the teacher—no—but she is everything else. She is her blazing red hair, her blue eyes, and her wide smiles. Anne Marit is a whole school.