Still at my fathers house. He is sleeping upstairs. I once again look through my writings and sketches and pictures from when I was a young adult.
The years dissapear, it is like it happened yesterday. I felt so much then. When I see the pictures from back then I know exactly how the persons would act and talk!
On the way up North I stayed one night in Umeå and went out to see people from my past. I guessed people around my age would go to IKEA and Media Markt and shop, so went there.
Tried looking on people who entered very closly (like a maniac) to see if I would recognize anyone. But no, none.
I thought I spotted Britt-Mari meeting me in the escalter. As I remember Britt-Mari she always dressed in mini skirts and leggings. She had fantastic legs that she liked to show up. She followed me home to my place after a night out when we were both eighteen. (she was hoping for sex but I could not give that to her)
Now I saw an elderly woman with bags from IKEA. It was her, but not her as I remember.
Britt-Mari did not recognize me either. None seemed to recognize me.
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