Sweden is rushing past my window. I’ve finished knitting a hat for Elin’s baby girl Ruth. It’s been raining heavily, but not it’s not anymore. It is a beautiful country, this land that brought me up.
Children are occupying themselves, with running and song. It’s getting dark outside. I’m listening to Veronica Maggio
Försöker va hård, men alla förstår.
Some kind of melancholia lies over Scandinavia.
Katja Malmborg 