A writer who has just been awarded the Nobel Prize in literature tells us why it is difficult to repay her debts. How could this be? Read on and find out why.
My Debt in Life
A few days ago I was sitting in the train, bound for Stockholm. It was early evening; there was little light in my compartment and none at all outside. My fellow passengers were dozing in their respective corners, and I was very quiet, listening to the rattling of the train.
And then I began to think of all the other times I had come up to Stockholm. It had usually been to do something difficult -- to pass examinations or to find a publisher for my manuscript. And now I was coming to receive the Nobel Prize in Literature. That, too, I thought would be difficult.
Deep within me, however, was a great joy at receiving this Prize, and I tried to get rid of my anxiety by thinking of those who would rejoice at my good fortune. There were my good friends, my brothers and sisters and, first and foremost my old mother who, sitting back home, was happy to have lived to see this day.