Michael Maardt's Life Story

Collection of some of my writings and videos since 1995. The letter A (the Greek Alpha, Alphabet (Alpha and Beta)) for a new beginning. 33 is also in memory of a good old deceased friend, Asbjørn, who liked the number 33. My primary mobile number ends with 3333 – completely by coincidence.

Life Story

• My mother Maimu Sulger, born 1926 in Tallinn, Estonia, lived the first years of her life in the countryside near Tallinn, Estonia, under very harsh conditions and with a tyrannical mother.
  
  According to the myth, in 1219 the Dannebrog, as the first and still active flag in the world, fell from Heaven near Tallinn, Estonia. My mother had, as a 6-year-old, been on summer holiday in Denmark with her aunt Emilie and Emilie’s Danish husband Ivan (who later in my childhood became my “grandmother” and “grandfather”). Emilie brought her back to Tallinn, but my mother did NOT want to return to her mother.
  
  My mother refused to speak Estonian!! as a 6-year-old!. She wanted to return to Denmark and live with Emilie and Ivan. It was decided that aunt Emilie adopted my mother, so my mother grew up on Valorevej in 2650 Hvidovre – more on that later.
  
  My real grandmother was NOT a pleasant person. I understood that later when, as a 16-year-old, together with my sister, I visited my real grandmother and my uncle in Estonia. My mother had been invited to visit her mother, but she did not want to. Instead, she sent me as a 16-year-old and my then 12-year-old sister off by several ferries: Copenhagen -> Stockholm -> Helsinki, change ferry to Tallinn. We were visiting during a summer holiday, more on that later.
  
  I had a very strong-willed mother! As an adult she was a very attractive woman. As a child and young man I noticed how many men looked at her.


• My father, Sven Maardt, was a completely different story. Born 1901 in Gothenburg. I basically know nothing about his life. He told nothing about his past. For 30 years he was a tour guide in France. Spoke French. Accountant. Had been married in Odense until my mother came into the picture!


• My parents meet in Paris at the end of 1951. My father is 50 and my mother 25! Later I found out that it was quite normal in Estonia that young women found an older man who could provide for them. They meet 9 months before my birth, as photos show. I AM MADE IN PARIS. Where it happened is still unknown. My mother was pregnant at the end of 1951. It was not well seen to have children outside marriage. My father gets divorced and my parents marry December 27, third day of Christmas 1951


• I come into the world May 29, 1952 at 00:15–00:30 at Diakonissestiftelsen, Peter Bangsvej 5B, Frederiksberg, Copenhagen, Denmark. Photo from July 14, 1952 (the cradle)



• Photos from June 26, 1952 and August 14, 1952
  
  



• I am baptized (completely by coincidence) in MESSIAS CHURCH, 2920 Charlottenlund, August 24, 1952. Messias Church was built in 1926 (my mother’s birth year, purely coincidental). There are few churches in the world that contain the name “Messiah”. At age 20, after a full hour discussion with the local priest (Ordrup parish), I leave the Danish National Church (see image).


• 1958–1965: Ordrup School, Copenhagen, 1st–7th grade, was skilled, got good grades, and continued at Denmark’s finest high school, Øregaard, where royals and aristocracy sent their children.


• 1965–1970 Øregaard Gymnasium, Gentofte, Copenhagen, 1st real -> 3rd G; mathematics/physics – (photo 1966). The royals went here.


• My mother gave birth to me in 1952 and my sister in 1956. My father told our cleaning lady (as it was called back then), who several times a month cycled from Amager to Hellerup (!), that when I was born, he would rather have had a girl. Bastard!


• My mother was happy for many years after having two children, but over time it became too much with a very boring man, my father. My mother got a job herself. My father was old and came home tired after his accounting work. He often went into his small room to rest until dinner. I did not see much of him.
  
  My father taught me to play chess at age 6. My parents had few friends, but we often visited Rigmor in Lyngby, who had a daughter born 10 days before me. They were only three for contract bridge, so they played with a dummy partner, BUT they quickly taught me to play, so we became four!


• As a boy I played football in a park until we could no longer see the ball. Adelaide Park, Ordrup in Gentofte municipality, which unfortunately no longer exists. Housing has been built there. We were boys of all ages playing with respect for each other’s age. Wonderful. Good to be away from home.
  
  Later I played in a real club, HIK, Hellerup Sports Club. Football became my salvation from a lifeless home. I was very little at home. My home had become without love.


• My mother was NOT enthusiastic about my father, an old, boring man. My mother was a very attractive woman, which was easy to see. I don’t think she knew about the Law of Jante or lived by it!! Not many women back then allowed themselves to be photographed in this way. Strong mother I had.
  
  At the age of 14 (2 x 7) my parents divorced. At that time it was believed that one should divorce as late as possible so as not to harm the children. I think people believe something else today. It ended with my mother throwing my father out. I was about 14. I still see my father standing outside the door crying and saying goodbye. HERE he died. He first lived in an apartment in Vanløse. He became more and more ill, among other things with his eyes, eventually lost his sight. Ended up in a nursing home where he finally became paralyzed and died when I was 25.
  
  I visited him a few times, but I simply could not stand having him as a role model. His resignation etc. I could not bear, so I stopped visiting him.


• 1973. I am 21 (3 x 7). I was with my mother shortly before Christmas. I had moved out to my father's former apartment. My father had been placed in a nursing home. He had problems with his eyes, cataracts and glaucoma, became blind and later paralyzed. I have also had problems with my eyes. Retinal detachment, too late surgery due to a poor emergency doctor, who SHOULD have sent me directly to Glostrup Hospital, but he sent me to an eye specialist, which meant that I arrived a bit late for surgery, which went as well as they could manage. I lost 50% of the visual field in my right eye, but I asked God to compensate for it, and it has worked well. I use my eyes intensively at the computer screen every day.
  
  My mother says she has a headache, stands up against a radiator, then sits down in a large armchair with wings. I give her reflexology on her toes hoping it helps. Suddenly her hands stiffen and contract, while her eyes almost roll up into her brain! Her eyes are gone!
  
  I get help from a young man, whom my sister has visiting, to lift her body onto a piano bench. I try to blow air into her lungs. I blow and blow. It is closed. It does not succeed. She is taken to the hospital, where I sit for four hours until I receive a message from two doctors in white coats. They stand right in front of me. I will never forget that situation: “Michael, unfortunately we could not do anything.”
  
  My sister, who was 17 at the time, had stayed at home. I called her and told her to come. Her reaction was terrible. She cried and screamed and shouted. I held her tightly against my body for a long time while she sobbed. She was close to leaving her normal consciousness, that is, becoming psychotic. Fortunately that did not happen. We were both marked for life.
  
  Our world collapses. We have no family. Father is gone. We are alone in the world. We only have dear Else Brundbjerg, who was my mother’s good friend and who, through her brother, had gotten my mother a job at Lyngby City Hall. She fortunately helps us during this very difficult period. Thank you dear Else, who passed away many years ago.
  
  My mother dies at the age of 49 (7 x 7) from a brain hemorrhage. I am 21 (3 x 7) and my sister is 17, in the middle of her upper secondary exam. I cry quite a bit while writing this on Easter Monday, April 6, 2026.


• HONOR TO THE MEMORY OF OUR MOTHER. SHE BROUGHT US INTO THE WORLD!!


• As a boy I played football in a park until we could no longer see the ball. Adelaide Park, Ordrup in Gentofte municipality, which unfortunately no longer exists. Housing has been built there. We were boys of all ages playing with respect for each other’s age. Wonderful. Good to be away from home.
  
  Later I played in a real club, HIK, Hellerup Sports Club. Football became my salvation from a lifeless home. I was very little at home. My home had become without love.


• My mother was NOT enthusiastic about my father, an old, boring man. My mother was a very attractive woman, which was easy to see. I don’t think she knew about the Law of Jante or lived by it!! Not many women back then allowed themselves to be photographed in this way. Strong mother I had.
  
  At the age of 15 my parents divorced. At that time it was believed that one should divorce as late as possible so as not to harm the children. I think people believe something else today. It ended with my mother throwing my father out. I was about 15. I still see my father standing outside the door crying and saying goodbye. HERE he died. He first lived in an apartment in Vanløse. He became more and more ill, among other things with his eyes, eventually lost his sight. Ended up in a nursing home where he finally became paralyzed and died when I was 25.
  
  I visited him a few times, but I simply could not stand having him as a role model. His resignation etc. I could not bear, so I stopped visiting him.


• 1973. I am 21. I was with my mother shortly before Christmas. I had moved out to my father's former apartment. My father had been placed in a nursing home. He had problems with his eyes, cataracts and glaucoma, became blind and later paralyzed. I have also had problems with my eyes. Retinal detachment, too late surgery due to a poor emergency doctor, who SHOULD have sent me directly to Glostrup Hospital, but he sent me to an eye specialist, which meant that I arrived a bit late for surgery, which went as well as they could manage. I lost 50% of the visual field in my right eye, but I asked God to compensate for it, and it has worked well. I use my eyes intensively at the computer screen every day.
  
  My mother says she has a headache, stands up against a radiator, then sits down in a large armchair with wings. I give her reflexology on her toes hoping it helps. Suddenly her hands stiffen and contract, while her eyes almost roll up into her brain! Her eyes are gone!
  
  I get help from a young man, whom my sister has visiting, to lift her body onto a piano bench. I try to blow air into her lungs. I blow and blow. It is closed. It does not succeed. She is taken to the hospital, where I sit for four hours until I receive a message from two doctors in white coats. They stand right in front of me. I will never forget that situation: “Michael, unfortunately we could not do anything.”
  
  My sister, who was 17 at the time, had stayed at home. I called her and told her to come. Her reaction was terrible. She cried and screamed and shouted. I held her tightly against my body for a long time while she sobbed. She was close to leaving her normal consciousness, that is, becoming psychotic. Fortunately that did not happen. We were both marked for life.
  
  Our world collapses. We have no family. Father is gone. We are alone in the world. We only have dear Else Brundbjerg, who was my mother’s good friend and who, through her brother, had gotten my mother a job at Lyngby City Hall. She fortunately helps us during this very difficult period. Thank you dear Else, who passed away many years ago.
  
  My mother dies at the age of 49 from a brain hemorrhage. I am 21 and my sister is 17, in the middle of her upper secondary exam. I cry quite a bit while writing this on Easter Monday, April 6, 2026.


• HONOR TO THE MEMORY OF OUR MOTHER. SHE BROUGHT US INTO THE WORLD!!


• As a small thank you to Else, I republish in my ‘KnowWare period’ her book about Karen Blixen. The Woman, the Heretic, the Artist Karen Blixen – a small provocation to the publishing industry. It was originally supposed to cost over 200 DKK. I sold it for 40 DKK. Huge success. The publishing industry at the time operated by the motto: “Speech is silver, but silence is gold”


• In 1970 I begin studying sociology at the University of Copenhagen, various subjects at Johann Wolfgang Goethe University in Frankfurt am Main as well as the universities in Bremen and Oldenburg


• In 1973 I became interested in critical theories within sociology and psychology. At the Institute of Sociology we read many German books (mainly Marxism), which took a long time for me because I was not good at German. That is why I moved to Frankfurt am Main in 1975 to learn German. I found a shared apartment where two kind women over 6 months taught me German so well that only a few people asked if I was a foreigner. I studied for a couple of years at the universities in Frankfurt am Main and Bremen. In 1977 I moved back to Denmark. I had studied critical theories in sociology and psychology and obtained my Master’s degree in sociology at the University of Copenhagen in 1980


• I slutnigen af 1980 sker der noget meget voldsomt, som radikaldt ændrer mit liv. Jeg vil fraråde dig at læse det på dette tidspunkt, men hvis du ikke kan lade være, så må jeg advare dig: Det er meget meget anderledes og kraftigt og måske forstår du ikke en brik, og det er også helt forståeligt. Klik her


• 1981–1993: Small short-term jobs and unemployment. My interest in computers begins with an Amstrad. Commodore 64 was another popular computer. I refer to later on this page regarding KnowWare and IT booklets, but I have also written a story about many of my most important websites since 1995


• 2011: After a kidney stone attack I discover water filters, and in 2012 I start informing about dirt and contamination in our drinking water and begin in 2012 to sell water filters, which I still do in April 2026


• 2025: starts A33.dk

Since 1995: Millions of visits and millions of free downloads from

I wrote and published with great success the world’s first IT booklet for 28 DKK, which was the price of a pack of cigarettes at the time. I did it to control price, distribution etc., and for the next 10 years I ran the publishing house KnowWare with IT booklets. I provoked the publishing industry with the cheap booklets. Other publishers of computer literature were forced to copy the idea. The Danish publishing house sold 10–15 titles in many copies. In 1995 I started in Germany with KnowWare.de and sold over 100 titles in 7 million copies.

I received help from the ‘other side’

The image shows Denmark’s best-selling computer publication of all time. The most important parts of this text were “given to me”. Tuesday and Thursday for 3 weeks I was awakened exactly at 2 AM and told to sit at the keyboard. I received and wrote until exactly 4 AM, when it was ‘closed’ and I went back to sleep. This phenomenon is called ‘channeling’.

My ‘colleague’ in the USA, John Goodman, who every year wrote a 1,000-page book ‘Memory Management for all of us’, was sent the most important parts via fax (translated into English), and he did not know what to think when he read it. He asked me: “Michael! Where did you get this from?” I could not tell him the truth.

Millions of IT booklets were sold

The Danish publishing house sold 10–15 titles in more than 1 million copies. In 1995 I started in Germany with KnowWare.de and published more than 100 titles, which sold over 7 million copies.

I sold the German publishing house in 2004.

The IT booklet “Use Your PC Optimally” is the best-selling computer publication in Denmark ever with approx. 175,000 copies. Other publishers in Europe were forced to copy the idea. I estimate that many millions of IT booklets have been sold in Europe.