Hi,
the oher Tutu email-address didn't work.
So I try again.
Best regards,
Erik Ribsskog
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From: Erik Ribsskog <eribsskog@gmail.com>
To: info@tutu.org
Cc: svelvik.menighet@svelvik.kirken.no
Date: Fri, 18 Apr 2014 16:28:16 +0100
Subject: Hi Desmond Tutu
Hi,
I was wondering if you was the African priest that my class-mates and
I threw clementines on, in the mid eighties, in a church in Svelvik,
in Norway?
We went there as part of our confirmation-'education', and the local
supermarket Prima, had clementines on sale.
And I went with Rune Bingen etc., and bought a bag of them, (since
they were very inexpensive, as I remember it, that week).
(So this was not long before Christmas, in 1985, if I should guess).
Some other guys in my class stared throwing clementies on you, in the
church, while you spoke.
And I mostly ate the ones I bought, but I also threw some, since I
tried to act like my class-mates there.
(I grew up with my mother in Larvik, so I tried to adapt.
And my father let me live alone, so I tried to fit in, to not be
bully-ed a lot).
Sorry about this.
We had no Africans in Berger/Svelvik, (and no homo-sexuals etc.), so
we weren't used with black people, etc.
Sorry again!
Best regards,
Erik Ribsskog
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