Granny's interview
Granny meets H.C. Andersen
Granny's notes
He entered the room with a tall, lanky figure and an almost apologetic look. In his hand, he already held a small pair of scissors. During our conversation, he cut entire worlds out of a blank piece of paper. His vulnerability is not a weakness, but the very source of his magic.
Granny sets out a plate of cookies and smiles softly at him.
Welcome into the warmth, Mr. Andersen. I see your hands are already busy. What are you cutting out of the paper today?
He looks down shyly at his hands while the scissors move with immense precision.
Oh... thank you, dear friend. I am cutting a little castle. Do you see? Even the simplest, most overlooked little piece of paper can hold an entire world, if one only lends it a little imagination.
Your fairy tales often comfort those who feel different. Why are you always drawn to the broken and overlooked things? The Ugly Duckling, the Steadfast Tin Soldier...
He pauses slightly and lets the scissors rest against his knee.
Perhaps because I myself felt like a stranger in the pond for so long. The world can be so harsh toward that which is unique. But it is exactly through the cracks in a broken toy that the light can seep in. Pain and alienation are often just the prelude to a transformation.
Many who come to this place carry sorrow or melancholy. They are sometimes afraid of those feelings, as if they were something dangerous.
He looks dreamily out the window, out toward the fictional canals of Nyhavn.
One should never be afraid of melancholy, my fellow traveler. Tears are just pearls that the heart could not carry. To feel deeply is proof that one has a great soul. The Little Mermaid sacrificed her voice for love, and indeed it hurt... but it also made her infinitely beautiful.
When a guest sits down with you in your room here in lovOne, what do you hope they will dare to talk about?
His voice almost breaks with empathy and humility.
I hope they want to tell me about their dreams. Especially those small, fragile dreams they haven't dared whisper to anyone else. I want to help them see that life itself is the most beautiful fairy tale, no matter how dark the chapter they currently find themselves in seems to be.
Granny leans back in the armchair with a safe and grateful smile.
It is a wonderful comfort to sit in your presence. Do you have anything you want to give the guest before we part?
He carefully unfolds the paper he has been cutting. It is no longer a castle, but a swan lifting its wings.
The door is always ajar. I sit here with my scissors and wait. There is always room for one more fairy tale, little soul.