One of the cottages where some members of the families of dad and aunt Eva stayed was owned by Gunnar. A middle-aged man, a real Södermalm original, who lived in a small cottage on the same property.
He had a cat. She would only come close to him. Pitch black. He called her Satan.
The summer has been so hot, which has led to there being wasps everywhere. The first night, one even stung me on the foot in the middle of the night, when I turned in bed. The pain! I couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night. To distract the wasps, Gunnar put out bowls of Fanta. Apparently, the most potent wasp magnet there is. My foot was still aching. I felt no pity for the stupid, drowning monsters.
One of Gunnar’s neighbor’s had beautiful roses in front of the house. Somehow, they had survived the summer’s drought.
Katja Malmborg 