Dear South Africa,
Only a handful of times in a man's life moments turn blurry. In those moments we live so intensely in the present that we're unable to simultaneously turn them into a 'story'. In hindsight we look back and find it difficult to describe what exactly happened or what was so special, yet we can still very strongly recall a feeling.
Dear Swiss mountain town,
Hope not to catch you off-guard but I love you. You belong to the longest relationships of my life. Although every time we meet you’ve changed a little, you are so reliable to me. ‘Cause don’t we all change bit by bit? You offer something not many friends do. Escapism in its purest sense.
Dear Linköping,
You’ve surprised me. You’ve surprised me with your village feel, fresh air and blonde beauty. They said nothing much was happening around you but after having got to know you, I realize that’s OK. Because you seem totally comfortable with that, so am I.
Dear New York,
They tell me you never sleep. But if you never sleep, how can you ever dream? And if you never dream, how can you ever change? If only the extremely wise and ignorant never change, which one are you, new york? Do only the extremely wise and ignorant never dream?