Home sweet home

So I am still in Bäckefors. It always seems incredibly difficult to leave this place once you've ended up here, not because it is so pleasant and tranquil, but more due to the non-existing train and bus connections. That and the fact that Martin told me he didn't want me to come visit him after all.. (Sob sob..) Well, not until Tuesday at least, he apparently needed a day of rest after a rough weekend. I have to say I am quite sympathetic after having spent Saturday partying with Oskar (my other brother, the youngest one) and a bunch of native Bäckefors people.


View from my parents' balcony. You can actually see the sky and the sun for a change, normally it would be grey, cold and moist.