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The psychologist and psychoanalyst Olena Sennton passed away on 25 February, at the age of 85, after a brief period of illness. She is mourned by a sister with family, and she lives on in the memory of a great number of friends, patients, and colleagues.
She grew up in Växjö, but her roots were in Gothenburg and she returned to study, among other things, history and literature, two fields that would remain important to her throughout her life. During her last years, she would often stay up and read classical history and The Great Literature both day and night when her health permitted. Mostly large and beautiful volumes piled up all over her apartment that bore the imprint of an exquisitely aesthetic mind. No one was allowed to leave empty-handed. Olena would lend and recommend books, and recite poetry in her characteristic and magnificent diction.
Her interest in cultural expressions was both manifold and profound and ranged over many fields. Art, antiques, and not least the theatre and the opera were her breath of life. Her demands of quality were unyielding, but no one could enjoy the perfect moment as intensely as she did.
Olena had a special gift for friendship, and she had many friends. There was an air of festivity about her. As a cicerone of Toledo, she walked down the streets, straight and majestic like a Queen of Spain. On a balcony overlooking the valley of Delphi, she was the sybil entering in a secret alliance with the circling eagles and the thunderstorm drifting by.
The stable framework of Olena's life was her professional identity. She