The first time I crossed Storstromsbroen, in 1980 I was unaware that my grandfather had died there. It was the way trains travelled to Europe when I lived in Sweden so I must have crossed it many times during the 1980s. As a child the story of my grandfather's death always took place in Copenhagen, Denmark a city which is very different from Vordingborg and Falster/Nykobing the two cities at each end of this bridge.
In September of 1996 My husband and I visited the bridge, we took a train from Copenhagen to Vordingborg. It was not planned but one of my four brother's, who happens to be named after my grandfather was also visiting Denmark at the time. He joined our quest, just for that day, and we entertained our taxi driver who had never been requested to drive back and forth over the bridge. We enjoyed a wonderful meal in a restaurant named The Peacock, visited the police station as well as the local branch of Falck-Zonenredningskorpset. There was a local newspaper with headlines of a small plane crash in which if memory serves me right all but one survived. I have only returned twice since in 2000 and in 2002, both times to research The Bridge of Deaths with my friend and helper, Birgitte Dalhof Sorensen.