Cardigans is my dishwasher music. Is your kitchen dirty? Play this album, and it will be shining clean before it’s over! It’s magic. Day 10-11. May 12-13, 2018 I don’t mean to point the finger
Cardigans is my dishwasher music. Is your kitchen dirty? Play this album, and it will be shining clean before it’s over! It’s magic.
Day 10-11. May 12-13, 2018
I don’t mean to point the finger at you, I promise!
Me and Nippe took a walk from Odenplan today to check out how it’s going. You have all kinds of serious hospital hoses in you, and brutal hick-ups. We interpret your move with your left hand as you joining us to Ljusterö for midsummer. Heads up! /Niklas.
(Niklas is my old translation partner. And he is still translating, and just came out with this book. Buy it 🙂 And no, I spent midsummer at home hehe.)
I am, as obvious by the former post, here to visit you. It’s possible that you might have heard us speak a little bit. Then Lönn came by as well. Now I’m sitting
in the relatives’ room with Lönn, Haga and your mom and is wondering if there is anything special I should write. I’m thinking that when you’re reading this, we can talk more about stuff. I hope that you’re getting better fast! That’s what I really think, and it’s not just a polite phrase (which is obvious of course). I’ve been thinking a lot the last days about what good and funny guy you are. Anyway, see you later /Nils
Hi man, I don’t know what to write … I’ve seen you passed out a few times, but this is the shit. Haven’t I told you that it’s dangerous to work out. I have a lot of things to say but I hope that we can
talk about it later together. I love you man. Lönn
May 13, Sunday
I came here during the afternoon after coming home this morning from my vacation in Bucharest. It’s weird, yesterday I was sitting drinking rosé al fresco and preached the Enokssonian view of basic income. I had no idea that you were lying here. I’m longing for the day when we can continue that conversation you and me. Today it was more of a
one-way communication but I think and hope that you felt that I was sitting next to you. With love, Anna
I’m sorry, I didn’t feel anything at all, just sleeping. But I appreciate you coming! I wish I had a cross-dressing picture from when we met the first time, but I have this one at least:
It’s on Aug 3, 2018, three months after the brain hemorrhage. That’s what all these x-rays do to you!