July 27, 2014
Well- known Swedish Journalist Sven Anér, who has been covering the Premier Olof Palme story for 28 years, now 93, can thank his apparently sturdy heart for being alive. For two Reception Nurses at the Eriksberg Clinic, Uppsala, apparently erased the formal and official patient´s booking, and left the nonagenarian+ sweltering in the Uppsala heat and the Clinic´s non-existent air conditioning.
Well- known Swedish Journalist Sven Anér, who has been covering the Premier Olof Palme story for 28 years, now 93, can thank his apparently sturdy heart for being alive. For two Reception Nurses at the Eriksberg Clinic, Uppsala, apparently erased the formal and official patient´s booking, and left the nonagenarian+ sweltering in the Uppsala heat and the Clinic´s non-existent air conditioning.
Nobody cared about Sven Anér for well over an hour, since, officially, he did not exist.
Who in charge wanted to de-book Journalist Anér? The two nurses, now on ”holiday” after a blitz decision by the Eriksberg Clinic topmost echelon. On top of Eriksberg sits the internationally known ”Akademiska Sjukhuset”, ”Ackis” familiarly, Swedens perhaps finest hospital.
As I write this précis in the afternoon of July 27, the foremost representative of the ”Ackis” Law Group, Jens Larson, is personally in charge of the Anér case, which will rock the Swedish crowd, who have for 28 years been told that the death of Premier Palme was a one-man show, no authorities being involved.
The truth is exactly the opposite. Olof Palme, whom i knew personally, joining him, for the Swedish TV, on his very unsuccessful goodwill trips to Washington D.C. and Moscow, respectively, beginning of the 1990´s. was a most controversial Prime Minister, more or less dividing Sweden in two parts, Palme´s Left against Conservatives and Liberals, rapidly described.
There circulates a list of 15 top ranking Swedes (including Peter Wallenberg), compiled by a former Security Officer (!), but the list, of course, has always been refuted and rejected, and totally denied. The Swedish Police have never deigned to hear any of the fifteen gentlemen (yes, no lady among them).
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Sven 90:th berthday with his grand granddaughter Lyra, 3. |
What will happen in Sweden now? What will happen to Sweden? Common Election coming up mid-september, with prime Minister again supporting and choosing as one of his closest friends on the Conservative Stockholm Bench former City Police Officer Anti Avsan, nowadays a judge at the Stockholm Court and, thus both a Conservative Member, and, to top his ranking, a member of the Permanent Law Committee, of great influence.
Swedish Media have been told not to touch the Palme issue, and they have all complied. Even though I say it myself, I am to-day the only Police and Anti Avsan opponent – never admitted by media gate-keepers, of course.
But I read, to-day in semi-Conservative Svenska Dagbladet, a slowly starting debate on questions like Truth vs. Lie, Honesty vs. Deceit.
Well known writer and actor Tage Danielsson said in one of his shows that ”My Mother told me to always tell the Truth. Tell the truth, she said to me”. Tage, who was a friend of mine, now dead, was often heard quoting his Mother´s utterances, and people were not quite sure whether they should laugh, smile or cry.
Tage is dead, and his cronie, Hans Alfredson, is retiring, probably fed up with having been the pet of all the Swedish Classes for over 50 years (yes, we have classes in Sweden).
To conclude: why don´t you in England look into the very special kind of Gehenna that is formed by lying Politicians and lying Police, both groups allegedly chasing Olof Palme´s murderer, in spite of the well-known fact that Olof´s murderer was picked and chosen, and instructed by themselves.
In my younger days – I am 93 to-day - the ”Suecia” and the ”Britannia” covered the not too many nautical miles between Gothenburg and Tilbury in 36 hours´ time, after which you could abandon ship well fed and with just a wee bit of a hang-over.
Personally I joined the Wagon in 1980, which I have never regretted. There was unfortunately no wagon in sight when I was staying in 9, Kutuzovskij Prospect, where we Correspondents had erected our ghetto. Or, rather, where it had been erected for us, complete with dainty little cockroaches and a curious smell everyhere. Not disagreeable but – well, it was always there.
We bought our three kids along: Göran,10, Barbro, 8, and Gunnar, 6, Probably a Moscow Guinness Record for Western families.
Finally, I put this question:
Was the object of this complex transaction just to annoy me? Or was there an ulterior motive?
I have not got the answer yet, but I am looking for it.
Sven Anér