Knut Borgs Fotoateljé in Örebro. Text from Facebook written by Knut’s son Patrik Borg In the demersal area (the window on the right) was a piano polish! I think he was called Halleby or the like that pushed it. Always smelled of lacquer throughout the stairs. Dad had a fixed escape route through a small upstairs door that led to the wind. He was convinced that it would start to burn any day. He was also allowed, quite rightly, to make use of it when a fierce fire blew out the whole room on the ground. I think it was the end of the piano painting.

Borg, Knut

Knut Borgs Fotoateljé in Örebro. Text from Facebook written by Knut’s son Patrik Borg In the demersal area (the window on the right) was a piano polish! I think he was called Halleby or the like that pushed it. Always smelled of lacquer throughout the stairs. Dad had a fixed escape route through a small upstairs door that led to the wind. He was convinced that it would start to burn any day. He was also allowed, quite rightly, to make use of it when a fierce fire blew out the whole room on the ground. I think it was the end of the piano painting.