What a weekend. Hours of walking. Hours of cleaning. Hours of removing 40-years-of-cigarette-smoke-yellow wallpaper. Hours of… Trying to understand we’re here. Every night I dream I’m back in Gothenburg trying to pack everything together to be able to move to Berlin. I think my brain hasn’t had the time to process everything properly yet, probably because we were at my parents’ for two weeks before we went here. Tonight we got freshly baked cookies from our neighbours upstairs, with ‘Sandra’ and ‘Johan’ written on the top. I’m touched.