Sundsvall, Sweden
The three of us drinking talking listening. We're all from the Small Towns, we all left those places and the people there, and all of us know the feeling when returning.
"They believe I think I am better then them. It's hard facing these false believes," D sais.
"I let them keep those believes," sais M. "They have villa gardens and dirty childrens. I have a degree, I have fulfilled dreams and a proud feeling."
I realize I only have friends with higher education. Thought scares me. Thoughts of staying in Home Town raising a family scares me more. Do I make my choices out of fear of the alternatives, rather than of goals hopes and dreams?

Ybussen, Sweden
I sense. The feeling in my fingertips when touching his spine. I sense the breath against my neck. I picture my hand. Gently on his hip.

Linkoping, Sweden
I miss him badly now, my Romanian brother, the friend I love, the blond one. I want to hold his hand and never ever let go again. And if I will (not very likely) my hand will leave a white mark on his.

Mölnbo, Sweden
This love affair is like being outdoor working, before the rain comes. You know the rain is coming, cause you clearly understand the signs. The sudden cold wind. The dark cloudes. You know you’re going to be soak wet. But still. You try to ignore it. Try to do as much as you can with this your occupied with. To enjoy the last glimse of sun. And stupidly enough, somewhere deep inside, you still hope the rain wont ever come, you naivly believe the sun will warm your face for ever.

Malmö, Sverige
Jag tycker om dig, sa jag. Sen ville jag dö men jag dog inte tvärtom jag lever och jag ser på han och skrattar, solen lyser i mina ögon och han frågar mig om jag är kär i honom. Jag ljuger när jag svarar "inte idag".