Let’s do some time travel and go back to a morning in June, 2008. One thing I really miss from Gothenburg is meeting Camilla for morning coffee. None of my friends in Berlin want to meet for early coffee and now that I don’t want to meet late at night in smokey bars anymore (something I never liked nearly as much as early coffee dates tbh), it’s like most of the friends disappeared. I guess that’s what happens when you become friends with people in bars – that’s where you’ll find them (nothing wrong with that, that’s not what I’m saying).
How many of you remember Morran?
We used to hang out at Bengans, a record store at Stigbergstorget in Majorna, where I moved when I met Johan. It was great for people watching, wonder if it’s still there.
Morran was a very special lady. I guess we all are 😉
Johan’s espresso & cream bomb.
How are you doing? Yesterday PMS hit me harder than ever when I was in Kreuzberg, I had a feeling of drowning inside of myself for hours and hours. I vagely remember a Späti owner who wanted to drink vodka with me, but I said no. I also remember seeing three people going into a toilet with heroin ready to be used. This is when I did my best to walk home where I almost fainted. Took a nap and woke up still feeling the same, could hardly walk, but made it down to my Späti where I got Club Mate + chocolate which made my head a little bit clearer. Have you ever felt this way from PMS? I wonder if it’s age? Let’s talk about it.
Späti is like a kiosk btw, Sandra xo