home is gone.

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vägen som förut gick hem. nu är hem inte kvar.

this road used to be the road home. but home is not there anymore.

bells.

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bell tower in malmö by sigurd lewerentz.

and the sea.

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pappa på glasverandan.
lasses hus var en av hans bästa platser bland öarna.
hans sista tur med båten gick dit.
en solig oktoberdag i fjol.
svamp, nubbe och sång som sig bör.
sent smög vi ner till till den tysta, mörka båten.
somnade i natthavets välde. 

my father on the glass veranda.
lasse's house was one of his favourite places among the islands.
his last trip with the boat took him there.
a sunny day in october last year.
newly picked mushrooms, grogs and songs.
it was late when we slipped down to the dark, silent boat.
fell asleep in the sea of the night.

bengans.

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ulle. jonas.

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again.

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this happened again yesterday, except there were no leaves on that tree. oslo, dear oslo.

boeuf.

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practising the french cuisine.

g'day.

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busy days with school deadlines and small train trips through the country. a lot of time

spent by the computer in the apartment, accompanied by small personal things. recently

some distracted characters have been gathering on my table. they come one in one by

mail. now there's nine of them keeping me company. back to work!

fences and fall.

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waiting room.

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wednesday evenings.

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sisters eating pasta and cookies, watching a silly (but oh so enjoyable) tv show.

sthlm daily.

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two morning views before diving into the subway system.
first it is the street and the sky. then a left turn; the square, the elevator, the water.

osloctober.

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miss you.

ill and local.

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have been more or less ill for weeks. it is not only bad. a good thing is that when i only
have the energy to walk a few blocks, the neighbourhood is interesting enough . another
good thing is the boyfriend leaving gothenburg to accompany these small walks.

the story about the dog in the sea and the man on the land.

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1st of october.

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was still summer on the island of sand.

nomad.

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i am travelling.
far away love and friends make me move.
crisscrossing scandinavia, exciting, exhausting.
spending time longing. that has been reality in recent years.
why do i want to be everywhere, maybe ending up being nowhere?
half here, half there, half gone.
is one meant to adjust to only one place?
thoughts from a train, heading for gothenburg.

chestnut.

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the autumn is not depressing. on days like today.

surströmming.

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fermented herring.
a traditional dish from northern sweden, famous for it's odour.
many people open the cans outside, but not per and linda.
they open them in a plastic bag, as the trained surströmming-eaters they are.
we ate on their balcony.
bread, butter, potatoes. red onion, hard cheese, tomatoes. herring on top.
my second attempt in life to eat this dish.
i started off warily, small pinches of fish that could barely be seen.
i ended up gloriously, one whole herring on each piece of bread.
the thrill, the chill, the beer and schnapps.
evert taube sang hoarse songs from the stereo.
there is no going back now - once a year is maybe not enough.