One night in Copenhagen, I met up with Rikke, a friend from when I went to school in Tanzania. I haven’t met her since 2002. Strange, but nice, to meet someone from such a long time ago. We have taken such different paths – and still being able to relate. We are really not that different, humans.
Early next morning, crossing the bridge, seeing the wind turbines sprouting out of the sea, slowly spinning. Feeling a strong pull.
So relieved, when I opened the door on Körsbärsvägen. Home.
Katja Malmborg 