ABBA’s Anni-Frid made a full disclosure in the warm south of the United States. Something that placed Pop Foto’s detectives in Holland and Sweden in a dilemma for more than a year, was solved by our American photographer in one day. With the help of no other than Anni-Frid herself! What exactly are we talking about? About the mystery that has been on our industrious editorial staff’s mind for quite some time: Anni-Frid’s children! Ever since ABBA became known to the world, Anni-Frid strongly denied that she had any offspring, Benny joined her wholeheartedly, and the record companies in Holland and Sweden didn’t know how loud they had to say ‘NO’, whenever Anni-Frid’s (and Benny’s) children even were the subject of conversation. But once Anni-Frid arrived in America, she forgot about all her restraints. Her homesickness gave her away. The first few days in the country that ABBA wants to conquer went pretty well. There was so much to do; running from one television studio to the other, dress rehearsals, photo sessions and all those other things that you are expected to do during a promotional tour, that Anni-Frid fell asleep in the evening as soon as she hit the pillow...
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The aforementioned detective noticed, just like all other people surrounding Anni-Frid, that something was wrong. But instead of being frightened off by this, he stuck around her and waited for his opportunity. That opportunity came when Anni-Frid, in between two television recordings, went for a walk in the park near the television studios all by herself. Like a true detective, the man with the camera followed Anni-Frid without being noticed and he hid himself behind a giant palm tree, when the Swedish singer sighed and sat down on a park bench. While holding his breath, the industrious Pop Foto man waited for the following things to happen, but nothing happened. Anni-Frid kept staring at the ducks in the pond melancholically. After fifteen minutes, our photographer took up all his courage and sat down on the bench next to Anni-Frid. “Erm,” he started courageously, “what’s the matter with you! I’ve been watching you for days now and erm... I think you behave like a raging spider. Are all Swedish girls like that?” Despite her homesickness, Anni-Frid had to smile. “Of course not,” she said. “I’m just craving for my children!” Our honourable photographer almost fell off the bench. This was a downright confession! “Your children?” he asked seemingly stupefied. “Yes,” Anni-Frid nodded. “I have always kept from the press that I have children. I don’t want them to be bothered by journalists who want to know all sorts of things about them. They are living with foster parents, but I see them very often. Until now, we’ve always been together at Christmas time, cosily joining together around the tree and things like that. In Sweden, Christmas is the biggest celebration of the whole year. And now they’re alone...” The photographer just sat there quiet as a mouse, until Anni-Frid suddenly got up, straightened her shoulders and composed herself. “You know what I’m gonna do,” she smiled. “I’m gonna take them on a vacation, when things have settled down and we’re back in Sweden. And until then I will have to hide my homesickness.” And after these words she walked, a little relieved, back to the studios, to Benny, and Agnetha and Björn... and all her other ABBA-commitments.
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