Ebba Longsail gets a faraway look in her eyes when The Other Newspaper meets her. She thinks about Thursday. Today it is Wednesday. Yesterday it was Tuesday. She drank tea. She ate a piece of cake. Just like Ebba Longsail held the cup to her mouth with the purpose of taking a sip, the cup disappeared with all its contents: 40 brown balls. Shortly afterwards, it appeared in Central Asia on the head of an Egyptian prince. “Did you notice who just shouted from the window over there?” he asked his friend. “No. Yes. That was Jöttun.”
