Me (summer 1993) – before

That was also me...

Photo: Isabel Önnerfält

I ended up in Hälsingland because of some friends having played the Sweden game. I guess I couldn’t accept Isabel going without me. But she didn’t know that then, of course...

In Bollnäs they graduated, went around the town in trucks, sang “God damn how good we are!” (in Swedish), and partied traditionally out in the open. We settled down with our tent outside the People’s Park and coincidentally managed the whole night without being neither puked upon nor woken up.

It was the summer before I started KTH and I guess I was a quite small boy. Sorted post all the days of the week and tried to keep up with the first love on the weekends.

Two years later I would be deadly tired of everything spelt with a K, a T and an H.