When I lay my head on the pillow at night, I think of my friend Alma. I'm disappointed in her, that she never became a renowned actress that I could brag that I knew her before she was famous. It's small of me, I know, and selfish.



Alma was probably disappointed in some measure as well, and no doubt had the same aspirations for herself; but more likely most of the time she was just trying to make it through the day and through the night.



I'm disappointed in myself. I didn't do enough for her. I never told her how much I admired and respected her.



The Swedish word for the världsberömd. It means world famous.



- by Francis S.