In the luggage I had prejudices, something else was impossible, but I worked hard to shake them off me. We were going home to Borre Knudsen.
Once there we looked up the apartment building. An older man with gray beard appeared there at the cloister. He waved smiling welcome, with both hands. As any cozy grandfather. I do not know what I was expecting, but not this.
Who really was this man?
A little later he took us on a walk through the streets of Altea. Borre Knudsen talked, joked and laughed, despite the fact that he was severely weakened by Parkinson’s disease. Often we had to ask the questions several times. The words came sometimes out of order, and almost without sound.
But when we entered the case , it was like he changed him. Her face lit up in quivering intensity, the voice was loud and clear, and his eyes were moist. It was fascinating and almost a little scary.
For many years Borre Knudsen almost seen as an enemy of the people. But with his wife Ragnhild, he was adamant to the last in his view of abortion. Both admitted nevertheless regrets that the fight for the unborn life went beyond their own children and family life. They were troubled and weary.
In the book “A priest and a nuisance,” shelves writer and journalist Niels Chr. Geelmuyden Knudsen as a few different thinkers in our country.
He made his admittedly never easy to like . Although I have never met such an intense and fascinating man.
I do not think it was possible to be untouched by Borre Knudsen.
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