On my way home after a concert, reading on the tube. Lina and I saw Valerie June. Her Tennessee accent sometimes mushed the words together into an unintelligible mess and her voice was nasally piercing. Completely insane. Amazing. She ended the concert by making us sing and then she walked right out into the audience with a tambourine.
I was reading “The old man and the sea” by Ernest Hemingway and all last year high school students were out, making the town unsafe. A man with big headphones and a beard sat down across from me. He listened very intently to his music, conducting an invisible band through passages and even singing along at times. And just when he got up to get off at Bagarmossen, he turned to me and said: “Great book!”.
I just laughed, and then the tube was moving again. Great book, indeed.
Well, I don’t know yet. I’ve only just started.
Katja Malmborg 