Teatime in Stockholm

To celebrate the birth of my little gorilla brother, we decided to stay one more day in our beloved Sweden next weekend.
After Popadelica, we will drive down to Malmö to see The Envelopes in concert with the Radio Dept at the Kulturbolaget, on sunday evening.
Then, on monday morning, we'll run back to Skavsta to catch the last flight to Italy.
Listening to the Envelopes is all I'm doing these days. They could really be the sound of my spring, if only I got one.

And this little man is all that swedish media cares about these days

Being a loser is definitely indiesnob, but sometimes it sucks

This morning everyone around here is a little shocked.
I can't believe Italy did not say fuck off and goodbye to Berlusconi. On the contrary, he almost won the election. And in the end, the final advantage of the left-wing is really really small.
What's the country where I live in? Well, I'm not sure anymore.

And so the spring seems to come to Stockholm too.

I sat outside drinking coffie today for the first time this spring, discussing what to do this summer and whats left of this spring that's just begun.

Did you find a new house or appartment?
Here I'm still looking, you have no idea how hard it is to find an appartment i Stockholm theese days, if you dont have a million to by it for.

Are you comming to that festival here by the way?

«I realized a capacity for not feeling lonely carried a very real price, which was the threat of feeling nothing at all.»
(Douglas Coupland, Life After God)

and suddenly here it's warm and sunny, the trees are in blossom and the streets and the squares are full of people.
looking for a new house is the saddest thing in the world.