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10:18am 16/12/04 Stockholm…



Back ‘home’ for the first time in over ten years. Staying with my mother, who I’ve only seen half a dozen times in the past fifteen years. She lives on a lousy pension, so her fridge is quite bare. My first mission today is to rectify this situation. I’m taking her food shopping, and may pick up a kettle while I’m there… she uses an old microwave to heat up water. Well, better go have my shower and get ready.



09:41am 17/12/04



Got the food, got the kettle…now I just have to take her out one night, to break the monotony of her mundane life. I think she’s going slightly crazy. She walks around all day, talking to herself out aloud. She completely forgets something that happened only minutes ago.



We visited her father yesterday, who is now almost completely blind and going deaf. His life consists of eating, shitting and sleeping. He seemed somewhat happy to know that I was present. I filmed him for quite a while, as he reminisced on some old stories.



This place is depressing… the dreary winter weather, with its handful of hours of sunlight, doesn’t help either. All the leafy trees are barren skeletons, lit up by the gray skies. It’s hard to trade three months of the midday sun being directly over your head, to being slightly over the horizon. The sun rises around nine ‘o’clock. By two ‘o’clock in the afternoon it’s dark again. And it’s not even mid-winter yet!  



Think I’ll go visit my sister tonight, mainly for internet usage, so I can book a hotel in Fiji. This time I might splurge a bit. No more ‘Lonely Planet’ recommendations that end up being tiny rooms with almost no services! This time I want to spoil myself… room service, massage, snorkeling, swim-up-bar, jet-ski, kava ceremonies! :op Can’t wait…