Aase Högfeldt

A short philosophical reflection about receiving a fatal medical diagnosis in springtime when the power of nature is as strongest. It is a surreal state and all beauty and happiness is in contrast to the bleakness of the situation. Abruptly confronted by the question what is truly important the turmoil is within...Wordless. Life becomes painfully clear and the strongest feeling of all is that we have each other now, not tomorrow. There may never be a tomorrow.

In 1797, 14-year-old William Gibson sails from Dundee in Scotland to Gothenburg. This will be the start of a young man's journey on a road that led to the construction of a factory and a society, which is largely unique in our country's history. Jonsered's factories, which came to own a whole community and took care of everyone, from the cradle to the grave. The factory owned a nursing home with a maternity ward, a nursery for the youngest, a school that fostered the prospective workers, a girls' home for young workers, housing, a trade booth, a church with a factory-employed priest and, finally, an old age home for those who rested after a long working life.