Stories from Sweden

[nibot]

Day two, life of luxury. I think my life of luxury requires sunshine. It's dreary outside which made it hard to get up early (i.e., I didn't), and doing so is one tenet in the life of luxury. Okay, sunshine or a legitimate café and a good book. But as you know, Wall Berlin closed, so the global café outlook is rather dim.

Checking my mailbox. Surprised to see a large, obviously well-traveled manilla envelope. Large ``OAKLAND CA'' circular postmarks. Addressed in sharpie. From Grizzly Peak, Berkeley. My heart lept, and inside I exclaimed, ``Tyson!''

I was right. Eagerly opening the envelope I discovered a copy of his zine (Sometimes) and a little note. Receiving a handwritten letter and a thoughtful gift from someone I've never met is kind of unusual, but nice. Actually it's kind of unusual to receive a handwritten letter or a thoughtful gift at all. Anyway, I guess Tyson isn't really a complete stranger; I knew him originally through his columns in the Daily Cal, and he heard of me via Jessica. Opening Sometimes, my eyes fell at once on the title, ``Svenska Stories'' -- My own work in progress is titled, "Swedish Stories." Actually I think it will be ``Stories from Sweden.''

I don't know what it is about this, but it makes me want to cry. Maybe because I'm leaving Sweden, but that's not all. Maybe I should save this for the airplane out of here.

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I was here for the summer. Remember I got here in June last year, when the sun set at midnight and rose at 4, and when we spent the weekends at the beach. Those stories are here in this LiveJournal. Spring is here now, and we've had about three weeks of brilliant weather so far. The summer's nice, but I think the spring is better. Dunno if I'm coming back next semester, it remains to be seen. As for, "Vad är hans svenska historia," that's not a simple question.