In the ten years between the great fire that burns down the first palace at Christiansborg and the commencement of construction on the second, Torsten and Janne move in. The idea is good and obvious enough that they’re not the only squatters.

Janne’s home, and Torsten’s, went up in a larger and less celebrated conflagration. The hollowed-out wing leaks, but it keeps the rain off. There is this about the homes of the wealthy: they can be considered ruins even when there’s still a roof.

Ninety years later, the second palace burns down too. You’d think they’d stop using wooden stovepipes.