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"The bread that moves the body"
Did Anne Mette get hold of Morten Harket only with her bread? Read Hobo Highbrow's discussion with Herman about this in English. (21.11.03)
Pål H Christiansen:
The Bread that Moves the Body
(Translation: Locust)
Was the popstar Morten Harket picked up by a bread? More specifically by a cunning woman who managed to quicken his body by pushing the right buttons? The question became of high interest, when Hobo Highbrow one day turned up in the grocery with an oblong thing under his arm and a kind of fresh-air look on his face.
- What’s up with you? I said.
- Nothing special with me, Hobo said.
- You’ve got something under your arm, I said.
- A bread, Hobo said.
I had a closer look at the bag and recognised the logo of Baker Hansen.
- When did you start buying bread from Baker Hansen? I said.
- Today, Hobo said.
Of course I disliked he no longer put up with my wholewheat bread on sale. That he let himself
being con tricked by Baker Hansen to buy bread to dear money. Yes, I did actually feel a tad
offended, there behind the pay desk, where I was sitting sorting small coins in the till.
Those dreadful 50 cent coins used to mingle with the one cent coins, pert as they were.
Elvis only
Hobo may have felt he should come up with an explanation, because he said: - Perhaps you've heard the a-ha song "The Blood That Moves The Body"? I let his question hang in the air for a moment, while finishing rattling and clinking the coins, and slamming the till with a bang.
- Far from that, I said. -I do only listen to Elvis.
- I've come up with a new title to that song, Hobo said.
- Come with it, I carelessly said.
- "The Bread That Moves The Body", Hobo said. -You see, this bread here is made from
a recipe by Morten Harket's girlfriend Anne Mette. When Morten started eating this, he felt
more energetic and lighter in his body than for long.
- Ha, ha! I said.
- The bread is made of spelt, Hobo said.
- Spelt me here and there, I said.
- Spelt is the ancient cereal which was used in ancient days, Hobo said. - Elvis surely ate
speltbread.
- Hold on! I shouted. - Please, don't bring Elvis into this! Elvis moved his body without
artificial help. He was a decent man.
Just a little dizzy
- Hear, hear, Hobo said, and all of a sudden became silent. Finally I had got him. It was about
time. But at this moment he suddenly looked so dejected I had to comfort him by showing interest.
- Now, what is it with that bread of yours, which is so 'SPELTcial'? I said.
- Anne Mette's bread rises three times, Hobo said. - And Morten became healthy and quickly and
not lazy and slowly.
- And now you would like to be the same? I said.
- It's worth a try, Hobo said.
I had a look at Hobo where he was standing, pale and his hair in all directions. I must admit he could need refreshing. But bread?
- He wasn't just in love, then? I said.
- Who? Harket? Hobo said.
- Yes, I said.
- It always could be, Hobo said.