Ewa Lowe: Chapter 6


The chapter below is from the sci-fi, triller book Fear is in the Air by Eva Newermann


Little Haiti, Florida

My parents are dead. A man called Sunny killed them at our home.

I’m happy to say that the Sun doesn’t shine on his brutal face anymore. I killed the bastard.

We lived in Little Haiti in Miami. My dad was a salesman, and on the road a lot. He was a happy man, always with a good story to tell. He never got tired of telling people the story of where my name Ewa came from. This is his story.

“The Boss” (that’s what he used to call Mom) “and I went on our honeymoon to Hawaii.

“One evening we were having dinner next to a woman who was celebrating her 100th birthday. She looked great to be that old and from the white look of her skin and hair, we could tell she was an albino. 

“After a while she invited us over to her table. We all got a glass of champagne and strange things started happening. She took both my hands in hers and it felt like electricity was going through my whole body. 

“She said with a crooked smile. ‘I can feel you are a good person. If you follow my advice, nine months from now you two will have a beautiful baby girl.’ My wife raised her champagne glass, ‘I’ll drink to that!’

“The old lady took out a little silver bottle, put it in my pocket and whispered in my ear, ‘Drink this before you make love tonight.’

“Then she took my wife’s hand. My wife jumped in her seat and I realized she was feeling this weird electricity too. The old lady gave her a silver bottle, the same as mine, then whispered something in her ear; her face got flushed and she laughed.

“The rest of the evening we were all drinking champagne, but I took it easy; after all, I was driving us home that night. 

“The old woman kept ‘charging’ us every half hour and it felt good. 

“When we finally got on our way we were excited and amorous. We saw this beautiful beach and it just seemed like a terrific idea to drink whatever it was in the bottles and imitate Deborah Kerr and Burt Lancaster in ‘From Here to Eternity.’


“The content of the bottles tasted just like water and we kept them.” Now, his finger would point to our bookshelf where we all could see the two mysterious silver bottles standing. 

He continues. “When we left the beach we saw a big sign saying, Ewa Beach – Welcome Back.” At this point Dad would put me on his knee and ruffle my hair, saying, “Nine months later Ewa was born.” 

When I was eight years old we got a kitten and a puppy. Dad, who was a big James Bond fan, named my brother James and the cat, Pussy Galore. The dog, a Doberman, we named Killer.

Dad thought getting a watchdog was a good idea since we lived in a high crime area. 

Yeah, Killer turned out to be a great watchdog. We would know every time somebody approached the house, because Killer would run and hide behind the sofa! Of course, by that time we really loved him, so we couldn’t get a new dog.

Pussy Galore, with her gray and white fur, was my favorite. She liked to sleep in my bed every night. 

My dad was always playing pranks on my mom. The one I remember best happened when she was out one day buying groceries. I guess I was about seven years old.

“Ewa!” my dad called. “Let’s have some fun when mom gets back!”

He came running with a large white sheet and scissors in his hands. He started cutting holes into the sheet. With his red fuzzy curls bouncing up and down on his head, his large eyebrows, also red, he looked like a comical troll to me. 

James joined us. My dad was struggling to get the sheet over his head.

“Ewa, get me the biggest kitchen knife you can find!”

He pulled one of the kitchen chairs close to the front door. 

When I handed him the huge knife, all we could see was his green eyes, sparkling through the holes in the sheet. He jumped up on the chair and the sheet was so long it reached all the way down to the floor.

“Mom should be back any minute now,” he whispered. “Let’s just hope she hasn’t bought anything that will break, because she will be so spooked she’ll drop everything.”

I could hear him clucking behind the sheet. 

Suddenly there were footsteps on the porch. When they stopped outside the door, my dad threw open the door, with the large knife raised high over his head he screamed, “ARRGHHH!”

Outside, two nuns, in their black and white habits and bearing a collection cup, started screaming louder than my dad. 

Their tin cup went flying into the air. All the coins were scattered when the cup hit the porch. They started running, still screaming, down the road. 

My dad, now down off the chair, lifting the sheet around his waist, knife still in hand, was yelling: “Wait! Wait! This is not what it looks like!”

He was waving the knife, running after them.

“Come back! Come back! I’ll give you some money!”

The screaming nuns turned a corner. My dad stumbled and fell. James and I were standing there paralyzed, openmouthed, on the porch, not believing our eyes.

Of course, this story was told, repeatedly, down through the years. My mom would always shake her head and tell my dad how erratic he was, but she would be cracking a smile, too. 

My dad did finally track down the nuns. He apologized and donated some money to their church.


The chapter “Little Haiti, Florida” is from the book “Fear is in the Air” by Eva Newermann. Available on Amazon Kindle and Apple Books


Drone Image: The Forest



EnglishMy talented daughter Line Newermann has captured this image showing a mountain range and forest in Norway. Norwegian homes are mostly constructed out of lumber and are quite sturdy. Most homes have one or two fireplaces as we like to cosy up during the winter in front of a fireplace. Many gift shops are filled with trinkets made out of wood.

Norwegian2Min datter Line Newermann, har tatt et drone bilde av et fjell og skog i Norge. Norske hjem er for det meste laget av tre. De fleste hjem har en peis eller to, som vi nordmenn liker å sitte foran på vinterstid. De fleste gavebutikkene har også mange ting laget av tre.


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Ewa Lowe: Chapter 5


The chapter below is from the sci-fi, triller book Fear is in the Air by Eva Newermann


Fort Lauderdale, Florida – Family

My mom’s sister Lillian and her husband, Dexter, lived on Galt Ocean Drive, in Fort Lauderdale. Every summer my brother and I spent three weeks at their place swimming and surfing. 

On the first floor of their apartment building there is a cinema, a game room and an indoor swimming pool.

They were quite wealthy as they used to own a chain of restaurants called The Big Bang. You can find these restaurants in all the states and they specialize in chicken dinners.

Below the flashing lights from the Big Bang sign you can read, “Give your taste buds an out-of-this-world experience.”

Lillian used to spend a lot of time in the head office, which was in one of the Twin Towers at the World Trade Center in New York.

Every year there is an Air and Sea Show in Fort Lauderdale. Millions of people attend, from all over the world. The beach, which goes on for miles and miles, is packed with festive people. They bring food, barbecue grills, chairs and parasols. It is the biggest beach party ever.

From Lillian’s penthouse apartment on the 15th floor, we used to have a spectacular view; from there people looked small to us, like ants. 

Lillian and Dexter were hobby astronomers. They had a large telescope on the balcony. We sat for hours in the evenings looking up at the sky. This is where my brother, James, got very interested in everything that had to do with the universe and got him interested in studying astronomy in school. 

Lillian bought us an easel, canvases and a whole box of acrylic paints. James and I had so much fun making huge paintings of planets, stars and moons.

When the Air Show started we would always have the best seats in town. Some of the airplanes were even flying below the balcony. We could almost see the white in the pilot’s eyes! 

There are fantastic acrobatic flight demonstrations with US Air Force jets. Many different airplanes covering the skies, and the US Coast Guard demonstrating air and sea rescue.


I was only seven years old when I was at my first Air and Sea Show. Gazing in awe at all the fantastic planes. The Navy’s Blue Angels, a six-plane flying team, especially dazzled me and everybody else with their fantastic stunts. 

I think it was around that time my love for airplanes started and I decided to become a flight attendant. 



The chapter “Fort Lauderdale, Florida – Family” is from the book “Fear is in the Air” by Eva Newermann. Available on Amazon Kindle and Apple Books

Ewa Lowe: Chapter 4


The chapter below is from the sci-fi, triller book Fear is in the Air by Eva Newermann


The Pulpit Rock


I pick Erik up at five o’clock. I’m glad to see he’s dressed in his camouflage hunting suit. I’m wearing black slacks, a black jacket, sneakers and I‘ve tucked my hair into a dark green knitted hat. We should both be hard to spot against rocks and trees.

“Hi,” he says, “do you know how to get there?”

“Yes,” I smile, “thanks to Google.”

“First we have to take the ferry to Tau and then it should be a 15-minute drive to the Lodge.”

“Correct,” he says, “I have been to the Pulpit many times. It’s a beautiful hike from the Lodge, but it takes about two hours to reach the Pulpit Rock. The trail is marked all the way so we can’t get lost.”

“Oh, that sounds great,” I say.

“I have never been there,” I lie. I have been there twice. “My dream is to see the sunset while sitting and dangling my feet over the edge of the Pulpit. I’ve seen pictures of people doing that.”

Erik is smiling, “So I presume you don’t have vertigo, fear of heights?” 

I laugh. “Actually, it’s called acrophobia. Vertigo is more like dizziness. No, I don’t have any problems with heights, I’m up there all the time, remember?”

I follow the yellow signs reading Tau Ferry and drive onboard.

“Let’s just stay in the car on the way over,” I say.

No need letting too many people see us together.

Erik looks relieved. He points to a big sign in Norwegian. “This sign says we are not allowed to stay in the car.”

“Don’t worry, if anybody comes I will do the talking and tell him or her that I don’t read Norwegian.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to go and buy you a cup of coffee?” he asks.

I reach back over the seat and get my backpack.

“I don’t drink coffee, but see. I’m always prepared.”

I pour hot chocolate into two cups.

“I even have some sandwiches we can eat later.”

He nods and says, “We might have a problem seeing the sunset. After we check in and get settled, it will be too late to go to the Pulpit, since we can’t go back in the dark.”

I reach into the backseat again. “Hakuna matrata, as they say in Swahili. Which means, don’t worry.”

I show him two coal miners flashlights, the kind the coal miners have on their heads.

“Didn’t I say that I’m always prepared?” I grin.

He shakes his head in disbelief. 

“OK,” I say. “I haven’t come this far not to see my sunset! What if we just park the car, walk to the Pulpit and then walk back and check into the Lodge for some fun. Does that sound like a plan to you?”

Little do you know that I have bigger plans for my Viking than a roll in the hay.

Erik throws his arms up. “How can I argue with a plan like that?”

We drive off the ferry and follow the brown sign saying Preikestolen. Every turn has spectacular scenery. Norway must be the most beautiful country in the world with its deep fjords, high mountains and majestic forests.

We pass another sign saying Preikestolen. 

“Look,” I point at the sign. “If we park here and walk, we can probably save some time.”

Erik agrees. The Sun is shining and I put on some big sunglasses and my backpack. Erik also has a small backpack. 

On our way we meet many tourists. Everybody is going in the other direction, back to the Lodge. 

 Good, I sure hope when we get there we will be alone. 

After two hours of fast walking the Sun is getting close to setting. I wonder if we are going to make it. Fifteen minutes later we see the Pulpit Rock. What a sight! The fjord is about 600 meters beneath us. 

Erik puts his backpack down. “Are you sure you’re ready to do this?” he asks.

I nod and take his hand. We walk to the edge very carefully. Then we sit down and swing our legs over the edge.

The Sun is setting. We are the only two people there. 

Erik draws a breath “Wow! Do you know it is 604 meters straight down, isn’t this the most fantastic view in the world?”

Truly a view to die for. 

“Yes,” I say, “and the view gets even better the closer you get.” 

Before he can react, I slide myself backwards, behind him, put my feet on his lower back and kick him as hard as I can. He tumbles over the edge of the Pulpit Rock.

I peer over the edge. He is spread-eagled, flying down faster and faster.

“Have a nice flight,” I whisper.


There is no sound coming from him. He has probably fainted from fear. He bounces off the rock wall.

Ouch! That must have hurt!

He continues to fall and finally, I can’t see him anymore.

Swift and deadly! One less Viking in this world, his wife should probably thank me.

I lie down on my back –arms out –crucifixion position, just like I did after killing my Pharaoh. 

I can feel a current rippling through my body. The tingling sensation feels like reaching a climax after a strenuous sex act. My whole body is shaking and I feel as if I’m going to black out. I close my eyes and gasp for air. 

The whole sensation probably lasts only for a minute, but the aftereffect leaves me lightheaded and hungry! I sit up, dig into my backpack and gulp down my cocoa and sandwiches. 

Afterwards I put his backpack inside mine and start walking back to the car. Half an hour later, I stop and take out his backpack. Then I throw it, using all my strength, far into a deep ravine. 

Where no man has gone before and probably never will.

The Sun has set and it’s getting dark. I have to use my coal miners headlights to find my way back. 

Because of the difficult terrain it takes me two and a half hours to reach the car.

I have of course not made any reservations at the Pulpit Lodge. Nobody knows I’m here.

 I drive back to the ferry heading for Stavanger.

On the ferry I go into the ladies’ room. In the trunk of my car I have a bag of Sunday clothes and I put them on. I even pin a red, white and blue bow to the lapel of my jacket. That way I look like everybody else celebrating the 17th of May.

When I get back to my hotel it’s filled with intoxicated people. 

These Vikings sure know how to party. 

Nobody notices me going to the elevator.

I jump in the shower and crash into bed, I sleep like a baby through the night.

The next day we are off again, this time heading for home: Florida, USA.



The chapter “The Pulpit Rock” is from the book “Fear is in the Air” by Eva Newermann. Available on Amazon Kindle and Apple Books

Drone Image: The Lake



EnglishMy talented daughter Line Newermann has captured this image showing a mountain range and lake in Norway a few hours outside of Stavanger. This is the country that has tales of trolls living among us in the forests and mountains.

Norwegian2Min datter Line Newermann, har tatt et drone bilde av et fjell og innsjø et par timer fra Stavanger. Norge er kjent for sine fortellinger om troll som bor bland oss i skog og fjell.


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Ewa Lowe: Chapter 3


The chapter below is from the sci-fi, triller book Fear is in the Air by Eva Newermann


Stavanger – Norway

x 03-F

We are booked into the Atlantic Hotel in downtown Stavanger. The lobby is filled with flags and flowers.

My room overlooks a small lake called Breiavatnet. There is a lighted fountain in the middle. Everywhere there are hundreds of flags blowing in the wind. The Norwegian flag has the same colors as the American flag, red, white and blue, so this is just like the Fourth of July.

I wait two hours before I call Erik. He picks up the phone right away.

Probably been sitting staring at it. 

“Hi, when can we meet?” He asks.

“Well,” I pause. “I’ve been thinking. Tonight is no good. I’m too tired. Tomorrow I’ll have a car for two days. Last time I was here, three years ago, I heard about the Pulpit Rock. I am planning to stay at the Pulpit Lodge tomorrow evening. I have already booked a room. What if I pick you up in the afternoon and we drive up there. Will that work for you?”

I can hear some heavy breathing.

“Sure, that sounds great. I have to spend some time with my relatives during the day,”

Right, probably his wife and five kids…

He continues, “But after that, I’m all yours.”

The next morning, May 17, 2003, I wake up with a start. It’s only 6 in the morning. It sounds like the hotel is being bombed. I run to the window. Outside is a red bus filled with young people, wearing red hats and red jumpsuits. 

Farther down the street I see a blue bus and people dressed in blue. They are setting off firecrackers, blowing whistles and honking their car horns. Some are dancing and singing.

Later on I’m told these are college kids, celebrating their graduation as well as May 17, the day when Norway became independent from Sweden in 1814.

This red and blue gang also drives around to all their teachers’ private houses, waking them up at 5 in the morning.

At 9 in the morning, the parades start all over the country. Every school has its own band playing. It’s like an explosion in colors. They are wearing beautiful national costumes, called bunad, usually with gorgeous jewelry and handmade needlework. 

Everybody is waving flags and shouting in Norwegian.

“Hurra, hurra, hurra for Syttende Mai!”

In Oslo at the Royal Castle, the Royal Family will be on the balcony for hours, waving to all the children parading by.

All day and evening there is small and large celebrations with family outings and different activities. There are shows with famous and infamous people performing.

This is the time you have your first ice-cream cone outdoors, even though it’s still cold in Norway.

I went outside and had an ice-cream cone with two scoops, strawberry and vanilla, topped with whipped cream and a teaspoon of strawberry jam. Terrific!

At noon three other crew members and I go to one of the maritime restaurants surrounding the harbor. 

In the old days these warehouses used to store corn, fish and flour. Inside, the furniture is made out of rough timber and all the lamps are lanterns from old sailing ships. In the ceiling hang large fishnets and green glass buoys. 

“Give us the most unusual dish you have on the menu.” I tell the waitress. 

The captain raises both arms; “Oh, I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Ewa.” 

I grin at him, “Don’t be such a pussy!”

The waitress looks at me for a while and then speaks. “Do you care how much it costs, or how long it will take to prepare?”

“No,” I say with a smile, “just bring us wine and water and surprise us.”

Five minutes later the waitress returns.

“I just have to give you some information about the food you are getting,” she says smiling.

“We usually eat it only before Christmas time. It was a traditional dish for the West coast, but today it has become a delicacy all over Norway.

“Some people think it’s a bizarre tradition, but I can reassure you, it tastes really good!

“However, I would recommend instead of wine that you drink some beer and aquavit before we serve you.”

We are all listening, more or less worried. What’s this all about?

“I warned you earlier,” the captain says, “we should not let Ewa order her bizarre food!”

Turning to the waitress, he says, “Can you tell us the name of this dish?” 

Smalahove,” she says, very slowly.

“Smalahove,” we all repeat, looking at each other.

It doesn’t mean a thing to us.

“Bring the beer and aquavit.” I say.

They don’t know I’m driving to the Pulpit Rock with my Viking later in the afternoon. So I’m just going to pretend that I’m drinking. They have very strict rules in Norway for DUI.

Finally, after 45 minutes, the food arrives. By then everybody is feeling the effects, from the beer and aquavit.

Four waiters are carrying huge plates with silver lids.

When they put them in front of us, we all wait and then take the lids off simultaneously.

“Oh, my God!” 

Lying on the plate, staring up at me, is half a sheep’s head! Complete with an eye and a tongue sticking out! It is dark brown and looks as if it has been grilled before being cooked.


Later I learn that they burn the wool off the head.

There are potatoes and cabbage stew to go with it. The waiters keep assuring us it tastes really good.

“You are supposed to eat the eye last, like a dessert,” our waitress is giggling. 

When we all get our breaths back, I start tasting the meat. It is delicious! Now we all start eating.

“Skaal, Skaal for Smalahove and the aquavit!”

“See, I told you to trust me,” I say to the captain.

He shakes his head. 

“Ewa, you are some crazy, crazy lady!”

Right on the money, buddy!



The chapter “Stavanger – Norway” is from the book “Fear is in the Air” by Eva Newermann. Available on Amazon Kindle and Apple Books

Planet of the Month: Jupiter



Jupiter – Acrylic painting by Eva Newermann


This shows how small Earth is compared to Jupiter, which is the largest planet in our Solar System.

“The Great Red Spot” you see on the left of Jupiter, is a huge whirlwind (hurricane) that has raged there for over 350 years!

Jupiter has at least 79 moons. One of Jupiters moons, Europa is covered in ice.




Her ser du hvor liten Jorda er i forhold til Jupiter som er den største planeten i Solsystemet vårt.

Den store røde flekken er en virvelstorm som har rast i over 350 år.

Det er til nå funnet 79 måner som går i bane rundt Jupiter.

Den ene månen, Europa, er dekket av is.


The Universe a Work of Art

Monthly facts brought to you from my eBook The Universe a Work of Art.