While you sleep I am dreaming of you, can you feel me?

Riding back towards home like a forlorn figure in the dark forests of Uppsala various types of thoughts crept in.

It is not a good time to be in my shoes. It's been a hard week and it had just become harder. At least i was in auto pilot biking home with Marley my only company. He is making shrieking noises and it seems like he is slowly dying, sounds of pain and weather and smashing metal trading paint with the tiny slick wheel.

Before biking back i had a tiny moment of clarity and laughter, you know one of those moments that lift you, energize you and plant a devious smirk that lights your gloomy face.

Walking Marley from Carolina Rediviva until the Blasenhus area i was looking at the ground, thinking about the cosmos and my loneliness, if my russian princess is safe home and why did i bother to go out alone tonight.

And then i saw it.

Laying down in the ground, gloriously with it's wings spread like it wanted to fly in the skies of Uppsala. An extra absorbent sanitary napkin. It was new but apparently someone dropped it. Why? Why not i ask you. What a glorious moment to end this pathetic week in my swedish life.

Don't fool yourselves, we are just beginning, so get in the van.

Backtracking to Friday for a bit. I woke up with a massive headache, most likely caused by the stress and fright i had the previous night.

I woke up at 8:04 and took the bus towards town. I remember looking behind me to see if there is anyone following me, looking at people suspiciously and holding my key-chain in my hands. I was relieved to see i actually had some credit left in the bus card.

Stora Torget was empty as a ghost city, me lost in the mists of wilderness trying to ask around to find the police. Finally after around 10 minutes of walking 2 kind men helped me get there in the big building. I get inside and get a ticket for the line, number B318, that opens up immediately.

Funny how after the health system in Sweden i had to get acquainted with the justice system too in the span of two weeks. The lady in the information desk says the usual hej hej and i start explaining my situation. No need for details, i just follow her advice and try to calm myself down.

Then i move to SweBank to exchange my money from euros to crowns. My ticket says 202 and the line is at 176. So i casually sit there between some people and start playing some Rayman Jungle Run in the harder difficulty to kill some time. The man next to me smelled like too much cologne while the guys on my left were reading CCN Turk and laughing to some incomprehensible video.

Finally my turn comes after 45 minutes and i race to the lady there. She informs me that they don't handle cash, however she gives me information where to go to exchange money and what i require to open up a swedish bank account. Thank you young lady.

So i enter MAX across the street because i am stressed and hungry and in perfect swedish i order one triple cheese burger without pickles. I satisfy my gluttony walking towards the exchange place. It's actually called "Exchange".

My identity is useless, as i need a passport or a European style ID. Crap. I am almost out of swedish money so i have to find a solution. I get on the bus to get to the university. Boom, my bus card is devoid of credit. I apologize to the driver and he happily leaves me to the next bus stop. I walk my way to campus with aching feet and sore ankles trying to make it before 13:15 because i thought i have a lab.

I get there and i find my synthesis group team sitting there discussing about the project. I learn that the lab was at 9:15 and i inform them about my situation. I try to find the professor but she is absent, so i go to the program coordinator, Susanne. She gladly hears my problems and comforts me, thank you so much.

I sit with the others and i look like a ghost, tired and pale and wandering somewhere in the vast nothingness of space, drifting between reality and chaos. I try to get my composure back in the end and i promise to do my part in the project.

Cecilia shows up and she is going downtown to shop. Sara will follow her and this is my chance, so i pick them up and we walk their bikes to the Norrlands area where they lock them up. We discussed a lot and i heard them sing songs they forgot the lyrics and they had to improvise. It was cool :D

I went into the Stora Torget Pressbyran and recharged my bus card with 100 crowns (5 rides). We then entered H&M and the girls bought some gloves, stockings/socks while i was just looking around.

We leave and i ask them to do me a favor, exchange my money into crowns in the next alley. We happily go there and Sara says she is thinking of mugging me. Good friends everywhere!

I ride the bus back home and i immediately send a message to my russian angel. We are supposed to meet at 6:30 in Upplands Nation for some crazy coco jumbo juicy dj set. She tells me "see you son", a typo i found pretty funny.

With the little strength i have left i wear my contacts, they kill my eyes and it's like injecting thorns in my eyes. I wear my fancy shirt and shoes and my trusty coat. I Marley my way to Upplands in 19 minutes and I am there at 6:38.

I park the bike and she is nowhere to be seen. Classic but oh well. I sit on the stairs outside the nation pretending to be happy while people pass and go around me. I see a couple in the corner sharing a moment of tender passion. I miss it. I can hear laughter and discussions coming through the pale windows and the smell of dirty food coming from the kitchen.

20 minutes pass by and there she is. With that casual smile that can win you over in a single second. She washes my pain and fears away with one hug. Let the emotions out so i can breath. Apparently the DJ event starts at 21:00 so we make our way inside the nation. After a while we find a table and as usual it's occupied by two greeks. I leave the princess there and i go to order.

A thousand type of burgers in the menu. Some fake Greek ones too. Not my style. I talk to the guy in the line in front of me. Because i am bored. He seems bored too so he advises me to get the Texas Burger. We chat a bit and i tell him what i study, he tells me he studies languages and i order my burger and get a small cider to share with my sexy lady.

I rejoin the others and we have some greeklish laugh that entertains Vitalina. They have to leave however, but not before we crack some jokes about Kostas's hair who is longer than hers. The answer to "how did you grow them so long" was along the lines of:

"He went to heavy metal concerts"

or

"He put weights in his hair to make them grow"

So they leave and we get on our usual funny stuff. Baby I've been losing sleep, dreaming about the things that we could be. We have a blast, from the exploding boob lady that was studying drinking red wine on our left to the most unkissable guy in the world behind her. From the antisocial swedes that joined our table to the greek-italian people that joined us after and we shared a laughter. From how i want to embark into an adventure with her in Asia this december to the red tuxedo Mattias was wearing in a picture. We were actually pretty mean and imagined him being a gynecologist and being a "hugwhore". "Let me just hug your vagina!". Yea that sounds wrong.

At some point we hear thunderous noises and we witness an unreal downpour and lightning that lasted only a few minutes. My instinctual thought was to give her my scarf or my coat to protect her from the rain. We talk and talk and talk. Every joke, every look. Just wow. It's like creating a monster and she jumpstarts my heart quicker than a shock from the doctor when I'm not cooperating.

I tell her most of the stuff i want to in person, so she probably knows that i would follow her in the far sides of the world, in places unknown just to gaze in her sparkling eyes and her velvet skin. Just for a hug, let alone a kiss.

So it's getting late and i walk her home. We share our usual giggles outside the door and i get my classic hug. We'll get there princess right?

I Marley my way back to Varmlands, i call Anoud and Dimitris and only the latter is in V-dala pub. I make my way there where there are 3 more greeks, a guy from turkey that i can't remember his name, a 2.06 giant from Iran and later Simon and Nikolas join us.

In the meantime I feel sleepy, tired and bored. There is an international gasque (....) going on and the afterparty will be in this Nation's club. I grab a beer and look around. People dressed like vampires, clowns, baboons, ninjas. And the most boring girls next to us. God it was mind-boggling watching them, the most mind-numbing thing since the lobotomy.

I drink my beer and around 23:00 me Simon and Dimitris go in the queue where we stumble upon even more Greeks. Jesus tapdancing Christ. We sit in the queue while Simon works his way in the front talking to a girl with a hatchet for a nose and her friends, some cheesy american ladies that are visiting their exchange friends.

Oh and then. OHHH AND THEN. The most annoying thing since my army days showed up. A girl with asian features, a slutty posh attitude, a disturbing voice, no boobs and a personality to kill for. She came there every 2 f$#$@$ng minutes dancing her way around, gliding so bad like Superman in the Nintendo 64 game. I wanted to hit her in the head with a frying pan, gouge my own eyes out with a pitchfork while doing the windmill with the giant iranian guy body pumping next to me. I wanted to get my penis out before i chopped it off and hit her in the forehead to cause a concussion, if there was something left in there.

Oh wait, there is more. The drunkest guy in the universe shows up. Over 50, he looked like 88. Baggy jeans, some sort of sweater that read overdose and trembling feet. He was so wasted he could barely walk. He walked close to us and i started using the sign language and he nodded. He hugged Dimitris and i laughed so hard.

I called the Vakt (security) who started laughing but when i told him he is touching us he got him out of the line and asked him if he is a student. That was so funny i wish i took a picture. Then he tried to hug the Vakt and he pushed him and left towards the abyss. Probably to drink some more. If some car didn't crash into him since he was trying to walk in the middle of the street.

Oh look, we are inside! I can pay....AGAIN THE ANNOYING THING. "Oawwe i'll be upstairs dancing and fornicating and making my hair and screaming like a mongol Neanderthal".

I try to stay calm, i pay 60 crowns entry and i get a UV stamp in my hand. There is lizie and Spyros. And some other guys that apparently know who i am but i don't. I am either getting famous through this blog or my pictures or my social networking that my reputation precedes me. We leave our coats and guess who is in front of me in the queue. That's right. THE ANNOYING THING.

Composure Kostas. Gusframba. Yoda. Peace. We go up to the dance floor. We get some beers and we run around like morons. People dancing every single dance or wannabe dance that you can imagine. There is a karaoke room with horrible voices that smells like dead meat from the army of 1943.

We go to the main floor and we sit there in a corner while our friends dance while i take pictures and enjoy the show with Dimitris. I eventually end up walking around taking photos of turtles, ninja's, tuxedo's, penguins and every weird thing you can imagine. I meet Harmeet, Alice, Natalie, Danika (girl you are sexier by the day), Amy, Kevlar, Phoebe and of course....Kevin.

Photo by King Harmeet TM.

Even Alice behind him feels the macho heat <3. I move along and i find Despoina. She is with Patricia and two Indian friends, probably smashed as well. There was another girl that forgot to get dressed next to us. This smelled like entertainment so i stayed there until the end. I met Celine, who looked absolutely phenomenal in a black slick dress. I told her that.

Me, Celine pretty and ...someone i don't know :D

More photos and ridiculously dressed people doing the dancing monkey under the spell of booze and intoxication. Naked guys, sweaty guys, girls ready to be hunted down by the fashion police. I love this country. The diversity, the shock, the fun. Dig yourself a hole and plant yourself in it.

Watch him make those moves bro.

It's 2am and we have to wrap up the night. So i will close it with another amazing picture.

I like turtles.

I saw Carolyn who said hi, she was the prettiest girl in the room that night, i told her later but i also mentioned that she was smashed. It's ok. I apologized and probably will never talk to her again. I take Despoina home because I am a gentleman and we talk about my life, my friends and my russian princess.

I marley my way home, dead tired through the woods, witnessing more rabbits and local fauna as well as a couple of bikers. Took me 25 minutes from Despoina's house to get there. I was thinking about escaping in Asia with my angel and our Jack Russell dog.

I finally make it here, i check my messages and i kiss goodnight Amy. I have received a lovely message from princess saying that she had a great time. I am so happy i just hug the pillow like it was her and smile my way into dreams and passion and oblivious sleep. I saw the starts burning bright that day and a cheeky grin carved into my mouth. I was happy.

Next day i wake up at 10. Then at 12. Then at 13:00. Then at 14:36. Then i finally crawl out of bed around 15:26. God i am bored and tired. I want to go to Flustret today. But the age limit is over 25. Everyone is less than 23. Good job! So i write a nice russian message to my princess and wish her a safe trip. I pillage some more villages viking style in Clash of Clans and i listen to some music studying.

I call Despoina and she calls back. Harmeet with the most womanly voice possible tricks me into being bamboozled. They invite me into Upplands and i crawl my way there with Marley around 7:37.

I get inside, pay the 20 crowns and text my princess if she wants to come. She didn't. I go towards the upper floor, greet Kevlar and OH WAIT, THE ANNOYING THING. In my beer queue. I escape fast, grab a beer and join the others in the upper floor.

Harmeet, Despoina, Patricia, Orla, Cecilia and Laura are there. Huge tables, weirdly dressed people resembling (or trying to) the classic Oktoberfest spirit. Also Laura, just wow darling, even in photos she is the star of the show. Incredibly photogenic and beautiful. I was very happy to hear that her boyfriend visited her for a few days here.

After some bands that were choking the cat we all left. I raced past the annoying thing and went at Despoina's house so she could wear warmer clothes. We would go to Norrlands for a bit. I sit on the bench outside her apartment and i look at the block across. I can see a rapper guy and a big breasted lightly-dressed girl.

Despoina comes and we make our way to Norrlands pub. I order a lyx burger because I am an idiot and a coke. I can't eat all of it but when she is not snoring we have so much fun. We made scenarios of the people in the room, like the hedgehog guy behind that was in the band "the electrics", or the computer guy next to us and his bored girlfriend, the jealous friend and the psychologist friend that hates them.

We talk about people and relationships and that I am full of excitement when i talk about princess. But enough details, my fingers are starting to ache from the typing.

We go out, we check Marley and she walks home. I get in line for the Norrlands 04 event, that spans until 4am. I get one more stamp in my hand, pay the expensive entry, leave my coat in the coat room because apparently they are afraid of fire. I piss 30 thousand liters of beer and i go up.

New beer, new corner to sit. Where to begin? From the music? Bad mixes of macarena, YMCA, you make me wanna la-la, Gwen Stephanie. It was like a retro night. People had fun, danced a lot, actually smiled. I was watching them thinking about remembering every detail so i can write about it.

My ankle is sore and in pain, i can't dance and i sit there, cutting a frustrated figure, alone. The couple in front of me try to kiss, the girl burps on his face. They laugh, i laugh. I see Farah in the room. And a petite cute girl with curly hair alongside. She joins me. Hi Anoud! She wore a grey dress and looked elegant and pretty. She kept me company 2-3 times and even tried to make me dance and happy. Thank you for that sweetie.

Time flied by, not by much. I caught myself thinking about V and how is she. And how much i like her. I went a round in the dance floors. It smelled like a liquid fart. People were dancing inside that ring of liquid poo it was disgusting. That was my wake up call so i said goodbye and went to get marley.

Which brings me to this stage right now. Man that is a long post. Congratulations if you managed to read all of it. Share the love and give me a comment, add me on facebook, send me a nice message. A horrible one, whatever. I am tired, it's 6:31am.

Goodnight Sweden!

A blurry Harmeet selfie is mandatory!

It's just me and you. Yu? not yu, you!

I feel way too lazy to type right now.

Tuesday was just an average day. Lab 3 of the GIS lab and some statistics course, which lead to me and Holger dying from laughter as usual. We had to name some of our data layers and he named his Spornosexual, Bananahammond while i named mine dragonpower and pinkdeath. Then we just left for home, i made more fun of him losing his wallet and i painfully rode Marley back.

I stay home polishing a report i had with Isabelle, and talking to random people, including my russian princess. Oh remember the friend that sent me home packing from Stockholm 3 weeks ago? She sent me a message not to ever contact her again or her sister (?!?!).

Outside it was cold, like -3! In Greece they had +35, a stark contrast. So i just pillaged some villages in clash of clans, watched even more funny videos, said goodnight to my sweetie and slept.

Then during the morning around 7, all hell broke loose. I wake up and i see my landlord looking like a ghost above my bed and a 65 year old man ON my table, IN my bedroom cleaning the windows. Why? Karma? This country not liking me? It's ok it will take more than that to beat me :D

I also paid the dentist and went for the newest seminar in biosphere to talk about phytoplankton. We all had a nice discussion and then i sat on the couch outside, finished my report of the GIS lab and went to Swedish class. I usually sit with Anton, but he was nowhere. I see a guy i thought he looks like him. We sit together for 2 hours and i casually talk to him like we are buddies. Class ends, i check out his name and it's Christophe. Epic Fail.

Back at home, we have a really long and interesting discussion with Ingrid, my new best friend in Sweden. I kept her company until 1am, because i am kul.

I wake up at 10:06. My phone rings and i see my stockholm "friend" calling me a dirty gypsy and an infection and that she wants some money back otherwise people will beat me up. I never saw that coming. I reply politely, ask for her account number and move on with my day.

We had a meeting in GIS lab and we did nothing for 2 hours. We laughed, i called Holger the source of all evil, i asked him to show me his wallet, we had some fun talking about me and you with Jaime, who was about to burst either from laughter or frustration.

In the end we starting cracking horrible jokes and i actually shed some tears from laughter. I am back home now after discussing ridiculous lines from Top Gear with Jaime sitting on my bed ready to take a nap. Hej, not every post can be incredibly fun right?

So tomorrow is Friday, so get ready for more crazy weekends!

Bye Sweden!

66 grams of salad

Last week we were talking in class about weathering. It seemed important, as well as it's effects in the climate and the planet. We spent 4 hours talking about it and i was nodding each time the professor looked at me. I understood the context but not the term itself.

Today it was Monday and i finally understood what weathering is. I was riding Marley along with Jaime towards university. I saw wind, raid, blood and thunder outside. I wore two sweaters, a jacket, a scarf, 2 pairs of socks, pants and jeans. Welcome to Sweden.

So what is weathering? It's the effects of weather on something, like the natural disasters hitting me while i ride Marley from all directions while i wander aimlessly into the cold abyss. Let's make a quick recap:

• Rain
• Wind from the opposite direction.
• Fog
• Cold
• Marley
• Lack of sunlight
• 4 hours of lectures.

So we finally made it there, i bought a small sandwich and we started talking about the biosphere and marine ecosystems. I actually like this kind of stuff since it's my field of studies. The presentation was pretty interesting and i was concentrated. The professor was pretty cool, funny in the right amount and kept things interesting. The only blip was Holger, who made a triumph return after losing his almost all of his possessions. Again. He was yawning every 1 minute and i wanted to bash him on the head with his daughter.

So after 3 breaks, 5 Clash of Clans raids i biked with Jaime home and slept for 4-5 hours. I woke up and studied a bit, finished a report i had and then Despoina opened Pandora's box when we started sending epic fail videos from youtube. Oh the urban legend Mat... is preparing a fika on Wednesday with 30 people. 32 of them will be girls i guess.

My princess sent me a goodnight message that made me pretty happy.

"Oyyy u are a little genius always have time for everything", some of her words.

"I always find time for the people i care", my reply.

"I care too!", her response was enough to make me hug the pillow like it's her instead and sleep happy.

But but but? What about Saturday and Sunday???

I spent Sunday sleeping, studying and talking. My landlord's daughter visited with her husband and her two kids. Her name is marie-anne, like my sister. We had some coffee all together along with the PhD student, Davide. We discussed topics ranging from Greece, olives, Italy, Sweden, broken teeth, boxing, football, Zlatan, infidelity and dating sites, which seem to be the norm here. I will explore happypancake.com because of it's fantastic name :D

What about Saturday then? I just went to Willy's to buy stuff with Davide. We raided the supermarket, because naming a supermarket after male genitalia is good. I got cheese, bread, cola, wannabe greek yogurt with honey and two apples.

So we set up a meeting at around 8:30 with Vassilis, Despoina and Dimitris. They arrive at 8:30, i arrive at 8:49, while Dimitris takes his time and arrives around 21:10.

We have a blast speaking about random crap, talking about salads and friends and beer and loads of mumbo jumbo. And then i turn around and she a small cute lady with fantastic curly black hair. It's A-nude! Long time no see! I say hi, she has no clue who i am. I remove my glasses. Oh Kostas!

She sits with us and she brought Matias too. We spend the night teaching her bad greek words while she transforms my name into a bad one of her own. She asks me to save her before she leaves, but i can't just let the others go. She will be fine, otherwise no hugs!

The predator tried to attack Despoina too, but she looked like a wooden stick, stiff and probably feeling frightened. Good job man. Oh there was a guy with no socks little shoes and sort of a bag and a brownish tuxedo behind.

Vassilis was downing beers in a rate that america drops bombs in syria or compared to the how fast politicians eat our money in greece.

So it's time to leave and Vassilis stays with 4 random Swedes who ask why we are leaving. Guess why, to drink more beer!

So I am stuck here trying to sleep, thinking about how this month went so far. I like Sweden. I don't regret. In fact, i give you the Golden Recommendation of Kostas to come and study here. You see through my eyes how it is to party wildly, to study a lot, to do countless activities and embark on different adventures and travels. To be serious and silly. I actually received a message and a friend request by a greek who has been living here for a year and he said that i have captured the essence and the spirit of living here well. Thank you George Bliatsios!

Along with that bombshell, Goodnight Sweden!

I'm too old for this gasque

It's Saturday already.

Thursday and Friday went down fast. But everything you do here is a reflection of the vivid, fast-paced life you should expect when moving in a student city like Uppsala.

Thursday was really casual, with the exception of waking up in Silent Hill and waiting for a monster to attack you in any corner.

Welcome to Silent Hills..

We had our second GIS lab around 8:15, where the teacher just threw us a paper with instructions and we had to follow them and make a workflow model in arcMap. It was not that hard in the end but the info lacked cohesion at some points. I did good and had some nice collaboration with Isabelle and Cecilia.

I stayed a bit longer than normal to send the required files. Everyone left at around 12:00, which is the essential lunch break for Swedes. There could be a meteorite striking earth but they will have their lunch break. Remember that and respect it.

I went home and just did my homework, studied Swedish and finished my first "test" even writing my first essay in swedish talking about myself. Wow that is going pretty fast huh?

I chatted a bit with my angel because it's been almost a week since i saw her. I watched some CS:GO videos and around 30 times Captain America kicking the Winter Soldier into a van. I also listened to a lot of music, which has been a recurring trend since i moved here and i like it. I sent my angel the world's sweetest kisses and slept like a baby.

From dusk till dawn, it's Friday. I still need to pay the dentist. I wake up at 8:28, quickly get dressed and clean my fabulous new teeth. It's time to enter the Matrix again and pick up Marley.

Biking to the tunes of my random library i heard from Drums n Bass to Melodic Death to Pop. I struggle at the hill towards the GeoCentrum but i finally pretend to lock Marley. Cecilia is there and we greet eachother, me with a massive struggle for air and breathing. Heavy legs and the weight of 26 turbulent years on my back. A glare directed to Marley.

Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity. I wear my nicest smile and regain my composure and enter the GeoCentrum. Oh there's Jaime, let's head up towards the Earth System's lab. Christian is there and he gives us a nice introduction to the Cryosphere lab.

I am together with Isabelle and a guy called Ahmed, who has not shown up for the master's program. So we have to do double the work compared to the others. Sarah is next to me. Isabelle is really easy going and smart and hard-working, i like working with her. Which is a stark contrast with how pretty she is, by greek standards of course.

After a barrage of questions and Christian accusing me of stealing Holger's wallet that was pretty funny, we manage to get to the lunch break around 12:00. I stay in the lab untill 13:00 to finish most of the stuff. Izie gets part one and i get part two.

I go out with Jaime and we head towards the professor in charge of our GIS project, Caterina. She is not there and i draw a sad face emoticon outside her drawing board. Jaime laughs and we continue making hideous jokes about the people that pass by, like the woman with the jelly butt. We eventually go to Rickard, the head professor of the course. He tells us with his usual soothing calm voice that we need to mail the Caterina and set up a meeting.

Going out the first word to come out of Jaime's mouth towards the other people waiting outside for the same reason is "Go home". I burst into laughter and we go in the GIS computer room to finish some exercise.

Actually Jaime did all of my work, which was to create a watershed map model of a lake basin around Kiruna. My map was tilted and horrible, and it had some weird flag-resembling drawing in the upper corner. I laughed so hard for the following hour with Jaime and we managed to make it look like some sort of map.

I thanked him for helping me because i was/am clueless and promised him to wash the dishes for the following 10 years, which was not probably a good idea. We go out and pick up his bike and Marley, who was still there sadly. Then i figure out he lives next to me in Gottsunda.

We bike together and he throws a million kg of sand from his bike. I get bamboozled but i soon understand, because he drags me through a construction site to get home. It's the same construction the three swedes took me inside in my previous adventures.

I make it home and by bread, a coke and cheese from Lidl for around 31 crowns. I'm living quite cheaply here so far, eating outside, having fun and drinking a bit. Stockholm is way more expensive, i made the right choice.

I sleep for a bit and message my russian angel for a meeting. Elizabeth can't go to the gasque so she has a pre-drink party at Flogsta. I message her i'm not going as i will meet my Vitalina at Pop...ehm Upplands to try and sneak in the gasque or something around 7.

I get up at 6:40, bathe until 6:44, get ready and leave the house at 6:57. Marley is my biggest bane, we make it to the Upplands nation around 19:15. I race inside and look for my princess.

Guess what, she is nowhere. I wander aimlessly and without purpose in the yard seeing boring people eating boring burgers. There is a girl that looks like her, i stare and my heart pumps faster with anticipation. It's not her.

I end up picking up a chair calling 4 times and sending an sms. I guess i never learn. You know it's soul crushing waiting for someone you like so much and being powerless to do anything. But call me an idiot, i don't care in the end, it will be worth it. She's finally there after 35 minutes.

I lay down clutching my face while she gets to me and gives me a hug. Damn you Vitalina for being so pretty, you wash all my trouble away in an instant.

We try to get in the gasque, but we have no invitation and we are not dressed formally. So we sit and have some fun in Upplands, then move to Varmlands, which is equally boring. We end up sitting in a table with two boring swedish women sharing half a Cider. There is a guy behind us in the table chopping paper and napkins into pieces like mad all night, some disgusting Jack Daniels bottles with candles inside and a woman dressed as a zebra behind me.

On the other side of the room at the couches, the most sad recollection i have so far from sweden. A guy with his girlfriend, looking so depressed and facepalming himself, while his girl is laughing watching at her iphone screen all the time. In the end she just leaves him, he waits for 5 minutes and then he leaves too with the look of a thousand wars and famine and plague in his face.

We have a great discussion with my angel and a lot of fun. Time flies by and it's around 10 now. I don't have to share what we talked about, it was mostly about our past, our future and the occasional "you make me feel happy and special" speech. Oh we had a great laugh about Mattias and his pervert hugs too.

Did i mention that she left her bike by luck right next to Marley? Of all the hundreds of bikes there. I get her safely home as she makes fun of Marley. We exchange hugs and i hope i see her again soon.

I get to Snerikes, where there is no entrance that day. It's empty and quiet, mostly due to the gasques around the city. I find Elizabeth and Catherine along with around 20000 men around them. There are a bit smashed, so i don't really bother. We sit, and i exchange a friendly hug with Elizabeth, because she is in the friend zone now, say goodbye and leave with Kostas, another greek.

We go to the line in Varmlands. Nikos and a swedish girl i don't care to remember join us, but the club is closing in 1 hour and i am not paying 80 crowns for that. I follow those two towards OG nation, we get in, we manage to get some beers and watch sad people dance to tunes unheard off by me.

I end up alone in the room below, sitting with a broad smile on my face watching everyone dance like they have no bones or their limbs are about to leave their bodies. It's just not my style anymore. I am past that phase. I casually drink my beer thinking about leaving. Then out of the dancefloor comes Danika and Natalie.

Danika is looking absolutely dazzling. I literally caught myself with my jaw dropping at times. We have some fun with Natalie, who is a pretty cool girl too.

Time for me to go though. I get Marley and reluctantly bike home. It's cold as usual. It's becoming a cliche, me saying that it pierces through my soul and bones.

But i make it home around 2 am. There are 2 things left to do. Say goodnight to my angel and tell her i had a great time. And send a message to Danika telling her she was the most beautiful woman in that room.

Goodnight Sweden, or maybe, Hej prepare for another busy weekend!

Will you buy me a drink? No.

Strange stuff happen lately. But i should probably take one thing at a time right?

Monday was just a casual day in the office. I just exchanged random funny stuff with Jaime and Holger at the Dynamic Earth systems class. The hot topic was hydrosphere and the teacher was a PhD student.

His lecture was ok, but every sentence was followed by a yoga-like "OOoooohmmmm".

Jaime kept staring at me every time he did that and i saw him with the corner of my eye trying to hold my self from laughing. I cracked once and the teacher, who was talking about hydrophobic stuff asked me if i need anything.

Think fast Kostas. And the most stupid question came out.

"I actually do have a question, what is the opposite of hydrophobic in English?". Like i didn't know it's hydrophile. It was embarrassing, but i never laughed again because it was disrespectful and the teacher was actually pulling a good job.

So we finish at 15:00 and i go for a Fika with Elizabeth, the cute american lady. We are the usual place at stora torget and there is also Andrew and two others. I get a bullar and an amazing chocolate cake. The others leave because they have swedish class and it's just me and Elizabeth. We chat a bit more, i unleash my weird usual self and we take Marley towards the park next to Carolina Rediviva, so she can continue to Flogsta and i can go for swedish at 6 pm.

We sat to a table in the middle of the park, so much green and fresh air, sun rays piercing through the leaves and trees. We talked more, we had fun. I like being around her she is always smiley and a great person.We also have the following exchange of words:

"Do you like it rough or gentle?", i ask.

"It depends how good you are, both are good!", she replies.

Funny how talking about massage can sound so funny and weird. She leaves at around 5:13 and i go to building 3L.

I sit outside, talk to my beloved friends Maria and Viktoria through skype and listen to some much needed metal music.

I get inside, we are like less people from last time. Gregor is missing, he turned out to be sick. I sit in my usual spot next to Anton, we exchange some russian and class starts.

Fast forward 2 hours of jattebra and i am biking home. I send some messages to my lovely russian lady and i study for my seminar on wednesday.

I need to wake up at 6:30, class starts at 8:15. Ι manage to get out of bed at 7:33 after postponing the alarm 13 times. I quickly get dressed and bike towards the lab with Jesus from Nazareth. Biking quickly is a metaphor, because marley is useless.

The professor still has his slow voice but he is good in the lab. Really helpful and explaining things and always willing to give a hand. We didn't finish all of the project but we got until the end with some teamwork.

I really like the educational system here. I don't really feel pressure so far, but i always have something to do, something to read, motivation not to skip class. Something interesting to do, to discuss, which is further enhanced by the seminars who are an exchange of opinions, a debate and a way to sharpen our minds and critical thoughts.

I go home at 12:37 after buying bread, cheese and yogurt for 47 crowns. I am meeting Despoina and Vassilis around 19:30 at Norrlands pub. I sleep a bit and skype with my finnish beautiful friend Carita.

I take Marley and i make it to Norrlands. I see Despoina like a zombie focus on brainssssss. That means her phone. I sit there for 15 seconds staring at her and when she looks up she gets startled and i laugh like a maniac :D

We go in and find Vassilis who was there already with an icelander Garðar and an Australian. Vassilis drinks 2 beers while i decimate my burger, while Despoina slowly makes a surgery to her burger to remove stuff she doesn't like.

We leave and walk a bit around town. It's 21:00 and we are supposed to meet her friends at 21:30, Patrizia and Orla. I am supposed to meet Amy and some others later.

We take 10 minutes to find where on earth to put Marley, which ends up to be around Upplands nation. We go in, i pay my 60 crowns and the Snerikes club is packed. With weird people dressed as superman, batman, spiderman, lobster man, ancient greeks. Pity i forgot my camera.

We meet some more greeks and a crazy italian guy. Oh remember the girl i was looking for? I found her and her equally pretty friend Maja, who was drunk as everyone and apparently she became sober later and she turned cold.

But the funniest part of the night was coming. Oh look, there is Caitlin and her friend zoey, joey, whatever.

"Will you buy me a shot?", Caitlin asks me. Literally first word.

"No", i reply.

"You are so mean!"

"I am".

"Will you let me go broke????".

"Fuck you", i reply.

Scumbag Steve knows better.

So the other snobish one tells me i forgot her name, when i don't care and the other hag is telling me to buy her a drink while i just want to know where are the others. Oh i liked the point where they told me that i am attracted to Elizabeth and i write about her in my blog. Fuck you. Or wait, that's a big wish.

Amy, who looks stunning once more arrives, Ridhima, Kevin Fuckthegoverment, Steffen, Harmeet and many people i probably forgot. We have some fun, they dance, Catherine gets smashed and we end up talking to random people, me saving Amy from boring wannabe Casanova's and her underwear being shown three times on the bench after her confirmation of a sober date. Moving around with Harmeet who is like the king of the kings here and saying random crap to girls was hilarious. Coolest dude ever, all the ladies flock to him.

We leave, i get Marley, who is still there sadly and i bike through the cold that pierces my bones and crushes my soul.

I crawl into bed and die again.

I got class at 8:15. It's with Jesus and i will skip it. Instead i just go to the seminar @ 10:15 for the DES course. It's fairly interesting and our team is quite strong. Sara is brilliant, Erik is methodical, smart and a really great guy, Paulo doesn't talk that much but when he does, he has something worthwhile to say. Well apart from the tongue twister with the tigers :D. Marie is french and is more quiet, but i am sure she understands more than she says.

Holger is about to gouge his eyes out and i make fun of him and his future wife/daughter. We joke about getting married and her being his daughter. The professor is hearing all this and he passes by saying congratulations on the marriage. I burst into tears of laughter. He is a great professor that knows his stuff, has a great sense of humor and explains everything great. The seminar was a success.

I go home, Holger loses another bus card along with his wallet, i text my russian angel. I eat a yogurt and i reluctantly go to swedish class after my bath. It takes ages for me to get there, or so it feels.

I sit next to Anton and Gregor, who is like the coolest german ever. Polite, funny, tidy with his homework and nightlife balance. Fast forward 2 more hours of Jatterbra and i find myself holding my fake phone-light to pretend i have a light on my bike and Marley takes me home like the wind. Literally like the wind, because i took all of it in the face.

I skype with my finnish miss and i send some supporting messages to my russian angel, because she had a rough time today with something personal. I will be there for her as for my friends whenever she needs me. Because i care.

Here is a song dedicated to her:

Champions league was boring. I need to sleep because we got Jesus tomorrow again. Don't buy drinks to anyone like this. Think if you would buy your friends, your girlfriends, your mates a drink in the same situation. She has to earn it. Don't try to cheaply buy her love either.

I am tired. Amy i love you sis. Goodnight Sweden.

Lovestruck, story of a handsome idiot with a broken tooth

Duck, uppercut to the body. Body hook and perfect skip the left, followed by a left hook to the jaw. Low kick to the left leg, he loses balance. Jab, cross, skip, left hook, double uppercut.

Good leg block, teeth grinding. Spider-sense tingling. Jab to my face. I block but i hear a tiny crack. I spit out a part of my tooth. I keep fighting, because I am an idiot. And i never give up but whatever.

Second round, different guy. Reminds me of Gougo. Taller, slimmer and long hands. He looks more relaxed. I am an idiot because my style is aggressive. And i got no mouth guard. We exchange punches, i can take him down in a fight, his legs are more vulnerable, i can score points. I get up close, bam, uppercut to the body, bam to the head, i get a couple of hooks on my forehead. We are trading punches up close. Then he knees me in the face 3 times. My lips gashing red, i can taste my own blood, but i keep going. Good round.

Next, an MMA fighter with a really shitty head defense. Good kicks. We trade punches, i can hear the audience liking my style. Aggressive, with a swagger and nerve unseen in that gym. Especially for a guy like me. I hit him really hard with a left hook. Precise. I was called "the doctor" back home for my "surgical" precision.

He throws a cross and i feel a bigger crack. I spit blood and a bigger part of my tooth. I have to retire. Memories of my childhood pass in front of me. Unpleasant ones. Once an idiot, always in idiot Kostas. At least you were a handsome idiot, now you just miss 1/5th of your tooth.

I change and race in the streets of Uppsala to find a dentist. Nobody seems to know where to go. Idiots. I get Marley and stop a lady in the street. Cute outfit, her early 40's, nice skin complex. Married. Why do i notice these stuff?

She googles some doctor and a number for me. Thank you. It did not help. I move on and ask strange people while my shirt is like a crimson river of pain. One guy asks me where i got that blood make up. Really you baboon?

I bike towards the hospital. I pretend to lock Marley because i do not have a lock and i get in building 60 with the general information. Helpful ladies give me a map with where i should go. Ι call everyone, my sweet Amy helps me as well as Jim, thanks for that! I bike home, feeling my tooth, my lips swollen from the cut.

I arrange a meeting with Axel and his gf Philippa, we go to OG nation, i hide Marley and we pay 60 crowns entry. It's a bit empty but it's ok. We see a weird dude, then more weird dudes. I spot the Joker gliding drunk down a dungeon in the caves of S&M.

He brought this from England. Why yarr mate?

Why? Why not.

A swede/chinese friend buys us vodka and gin. We meet some more Swedes, i eyeball some pretty ladies, and eventually we sort of danced in the room that smelled like a mix of fart and sweat. We went at Max's, we ate crap and i spent most of the time outside sitting on Marley, listening to a homeless dude playing a small harmonium. My eyes were red and the wind was blowing in my face. It was actually pretty serene.

I bike home. I sleep to submission.

It's saturday now. I can't crawl out of bed. My russian angel actually worried, even though she did not pick up the phone. She helps me with the swedish instructions and tells me where to go fix my tooth. Thank you sweetie.

It's Kulturnatten, and everyone is going to see the big bike jump up the ramp downtown. I just die in my bed, set up a meeting with Kevin Fuckthegovernment at 18:00. I wake up at 17:45, the bus leaves at 17:55. I get dressed, i race towards the stop. Bus is late 20 minutes and leaves me far away from Norrlands.

The handsome girl from the states messages me that they are in the pub. I get there and there are a bunch of people, Phoebe, Kevin, Andrew, Gregor, Laura, Cecilia, Caitlin, later joined by others. I entertain them a bit, then 3 girls come and sit on our table. The blonde one on the left looks at me for 5 seconds straight in the eyes and gives me a devilish look. You messed with the wrong greek.

I decided i liked her so i casually shouted:

"Pretty girl, take a photo of us!"

Everytime we are the best!

She takes the photos, i remove the flash and she takes more. I stamp my authority and we take a picture together. Because i can. The others laugh, probably because they don't see someone being so direct as me.

Me and the Norwegian cutie.

Skipping the details, Theresa from Norway leaves, and i don't ask for her number. Too much social pressure. People leave, people come. Ridhima, Crystal, Danika join us. Ridhima is so cute and exotic, she is my new protege. I sent her some really honest and sweet words today.

They leave and on the way out i see my angel. I am in a crappy mood. Depressed, feeling alone. I follow her and her nepalese friend around to a russian Katushka event. It sucks. 4 crazy russians dancing in a big dancefloor and the DJ probably on crack, speed and ecstasy.

I hug her as she leaves and wonder around the streets of Uppsala alone until Danika comes around 10:30. I find the bar we will go. I go in showing my ID, because I am old. She cannot get in, the age limit is 23.

She is pissed off, we walk towards the balkan music event. We pass through an arabic concert and we try to blend in. We cannot but it's hilarious. The line is massive at the balkan event. Raymon joins us as i unravel the mysteries of my past and i make fun of the friend-zoned asian in front of us. Danika needs alcohol so we go towards town. We see a club called Allstar.

The world's loneliest DJ.

We join the queue, it's shit, but it's supposed to have 3 floors. Entry is 100 crowns. What the hell, we talk to a guy Sam from New York, who supposedly found a job in Sweden and came to check it out for the weekend. Let's just call him Forever Alone guy for now, or FA. We get in, get stamped like cattle with a shiny wristband. They give their stuff to the coat area but i keep mine.

We buy 3 beers and sit down in a corner. Danika is freezing so i pass her my coat. Next to us there are some people with a long shiny-color changing thing that they use to jerk off virtually and put it in their mouths like it's a penis. That was just sad and amusing. More beers. The music was a mix of Macarena and Freestyler.

BRRRR, the cold in the club.

Oh wait, the dance floor opened. Suddenly the club was like a strip show for lonely men. I called it the Silicon Valley, all the strippers had breast implants. It's ok Danika, we like yours too.

Silicon Valley, in Sweden

To be or not to be?

FA joins us in the table along with a really weird dude with bracers. Let's call him Richard Virgin. FA buys us jager shots. We stand up and dance while the strippers shoot some airguns that Raymon really wants to try. After some ridiculous dancing everything leads to Max's.

Bracers guy and...someone?

I am tipsy and i see creepy people in the entrance. I take pictures with them. Because i can. I tell Helen to F$#$ off and i order a triple cheese burger. I'm off to the bus, i make it home. I sleep. Oblivious.

Helen the creep, at MAX's.

Snap back Kostas, it's 9 am. I dress, take the bus and go to the Dentist's. I find a cougar lady and we go together. She is mid 30's, tired skin, boobs ready to explode. French accent, nice legs. Probably two kids. We register and an Ugandan dude without insurance joins us. I sleep for 4 hours and it's my turn.

Not the best thing to see when you enter a dentist's office.

I fix my teeth. The doctor speaks crappy english but does a good job. He asked me if i am satisfied. I said no and guided him. He fixed everything and told me that it's not enough for me to be satisfied, he needs to be satisfied too. Thank you doctor and the health system here. They took good care of me and did a great job. 2161 crowns up my ass.

Peaceful guy waiting for his turn. Snoring like a bear.

I go to ICA, buy some crap, get the bus, go home, write this article and die until tomorrow. I will wake up at 8ish.

Oh, certain American chocolate loving lady: "I like you".

Apparently you noticed that i did not talk about Thursday night. I was left alone for 3 hours, then Amy showed up with Axel and a smashed Ridhima. We settled down in Upplands with 12 swedish girls, one speaking perfect chinese and Mathilda being the lead singer. Can you believe they actually sang my number one?

Swedish extravaganza.

So the highlight of the night was Axel's magic flask, me and Harmeet wrecking havoc as usual. Oh on my way back i saw a girl shitting in the forest outside Carolina Rediviva and her boyfriend casually sitting next to her smelling the goods. No i don't have a picture of that.

Goodnight Sweden. Shit high and watch.

PS. Я буду думать о тебе мой ангел :*

7 billion smiles, and yours is my favorite

Waking up with excruciating pains all over my body and way too many iron man dreams later i crawled out of bed. I had to pick up Marley's twin sister, Salmonela. She is red and more dirty than you can imagine. She would probably weight 10 kg less if i washed her. But the seat was deceiving, comfortable. I had to bike to Geocentrum and thought it would be a good idea to try not using Marley.

Oh wait, what happened during the last 3 days?

Not much, so i will just give a quick recap. I went for class every day and restarted boxing, a new course began, i started learning swedish and i ran more than 50km. Let's not add the 50km i biked with Marley. Good job Gottsunda boy.

Class was ok, the new course about GIS was so boring. The teacher was speaking so slow, i could not keep concentration and felt sleepy. Which is a bit sad to admit, but i am always honest in what i write or i could just hire someone else to write in here. But i hope it gets better because some people told me that he is great during lab work, where the true work of GIS happens.

About boxing? It was like i never left the ring. I might make it to the fight in Stockholm next month. The training was intense enough for my liking, though there was no feedback from the coach. So you did not know if you were doing it correctly or wrongly. I was pretty much being the teacher to Olivier, who liked our training and wants to spar more with me.

Tomorrow i got my first seminar too, which was fairly easy (we got a 5 min presentation).

She is just so beautiful. Running with her and slowly revealing things about each others past is amazing. I got her some traditional Greek Pasteli that i saved for the first few special people that i would meet in Sweden. The other one is for my little sis Amy. We ran and ran and ran and walked and swung on the seesaw like little kids again.

Then we made it back to Rackatatatataburger. I crashed on her floor and gave her the gifts, she was so happy and i got a kiss on the cheek and the world's warmest hug.

7 billion smiles in this Planet and yours is my favorite...

I got two more kisses and i went home happy as usual. I hope i am going towards the right direction. I think she is special and that it can lead to something amazing.

Yesterday was so tough... New boring class, from 8:15 am until 15:00 with a 3 hour gap in between, which i used to make my fancy 2 page report assignment regarding global climate change by toying with the Solar Constant or the ice albedo. But you don't want to hear about that. Then i spent 1 hour waiting for Amy and the rest of the guys, like Harmeet, Raymon and some new people and we went for a fika downtown. I ate some chocolate pie and we had a really weird conversation about horses. I met a feisty young australian/russian girl and a little american sweetie/beautiful girl Elisabeth.

Why am i always waiting for a woman?

I went for Swedish class, disoriented and tired, legs crumbling and begging for me to stop. I found Jim who found me the class, 16-2043. I got there and i knew Gregor, Kostas, and a few more people.

Then came this amazing robot-like old lady Tulia or so that was going to teach us. She seemed happy, energetic and always shouting Jatter-bra!

We learned some basic stuff and when she asked which languages do i know i replied, Greek, English, French, Russian and sexiga svenska sprok, because i am an idiot. Thank you Queen V for that line, it brought a laugh on everyone's face :D

Then i went to Norrlands with a bunch of people and Jim. A greek guy Spyros was all the time on his phone and i was teasing the Austrian woman Lisie (somewhere along these lines). I waited 1 hour for my burger, devoured it and crawled back home like a lizard. Literally went on my bed on all 4.

Today after finishing the weirdest presentation i just dumped Salmonela (she is so filthy jesus) outside the Geocentrum and walked with Holger downtown. I sent some messages to my gorgeous angel and went for a fika with the usual suspects. I devoured a muffin and greeted Phoebe and the war-torn Danika who fell off her bike. Poor baby, big hug <3.

We joked a bit, i died some more and went on foot to Blasenhus to get Salmonela back. Oh it was a long way home. Because the filthy b@#ch had a flat tire. I listened to my favorite playlist 2 times and the relief was carved in my face when i saw my garage. In goes Salmonela, next to Marley.

I will study and go out for a drink since my angel is tired and will go see a movie. We are not dating (that was a punch below the belt for you stalkers :D) but who knows, maybe one day her heart will be mine!

Hej da Sweden!

Liking someone makes you go the extra mile right Amy?

I felt lonely last Friday. So i picked up the train and went to visit my friend in Stockholm. 

Watched guardians of the galaxy, ate some food and did some sightseeing. 

But while i planned to return early Sunday, let's just say i had to return home Saturday night. I always try to look at things in a positive light and not as an overly dramatic chipmunk. 

I could surprise visit my lovely lady at her first night at work selling lollipops and cleaning dirty women's bathrooms. The event was called Poplands so i thought they would play crappy pop music, but the idea was to give out lollipops. People dancing like baboons and drinking too much beer. It seemed like fun :D

I got there and paid 120 crowns for entry and another 30 for the beer. She gave me the world's warmest hug and then spilled my beer on my hand. It was a waste of money getting in there for 20 minutes, but it was worth every damn penny getting that hug. She is important to me since she is one of the few people that make me smile and always seem happy and positive. Thanks hun.

So i go home dead tired, beaten by weather and exhaustion, though with a wide smile. My headset left it's dying breath shortly after entering the bus. There were some girls around 14-15 that were dressed as tiny future prostitutes which was a bit sad, accompanied by boys with a super Mario mustache and baggy bro-pants.

I did manage to stay awake and write my fantastic interview about Sara the Nuclear Engineer. Here's the link if you have missed it. Then i died in my bed and had a good night's sleep.

I woke up 34 times as usual and managed to crawl out of bed around 11:37. Then i decided to bike my way to Gottsunda Centrum and buy some stuff. I bought yoghurt, bread, cheddar cheese and a redbull and coke. For like 85 crowns. I biked home huffing and puffing thinking how it will be to bike to uni tomorrow. The horror.

Back at home i studied for monday and i spent most of my time chatting with the handsome lady that is still leaving footsteps in the beaches of my heart.

I was tired and exhausted from last night's heroics.

"Join me for jogging", she says.

"I will have to bike there, jog then bike back", my reply.

"You don't have to come Gottsunda...". Gottsunda is my new nickname because i live in the hood.

But here's where passion play comes into the mix.

A) I so want to see her.

B) Never give up, never back down.

C) Good exercise.

D) I so want to see her.

E) Did i mention that i so want to see her?

"I'll be there at 19:30".

I wear my boxing pants and a shirt and i get on my bike. My butt hurts from the bike saddle like they have been kicking me for 19 hours straight. It's like having the world's worst dog. And it's not cute as Marley.

I leave at home at 19:02 and i keep track of time to see how long it would take me to get to uni the next day. 

It's like climbing a mountain. Will my legs last me? A constant struggle. Every time i ran out of breath and leg power i thought of her and her scent that sends cold shivers all over my spine. Oh i thought of something else but it's...weird.

He was a man of peace, living in a quiet farm in North Dakota.

Till one day....all Hell broke loose.

Soldier Voice: Kostas we need you!

Kostas: I'm a man of peace now, I'm done killing! I wanna raise a family!

Soldier: That's just it Kostas! They got your family!

Kostas: NOooooooo!!!!

Narrator: Kostas Mandilaris is Dakota Scott, innnnn Eniolator! From the jungles of Greece to the forests of Sweden, follow one man's quest for peace.

Kostas: Al muhabbar mastour is that you?

Amm: Welcome back Dakota, it's like the older days, we punch everyone!

Soldier (in helicopter): Kostas they got your wife!

Kostas: But I'm not married!

Soldier: You are now! To Sweden! 

Times like these my inner voice asks me if i am an alien. I reply no and it says back to me that "then you have some real issues kid."

I manage to get there 7:26 somewhere in Rackatatatatataburger thingie street. I stop and try to feel my legs and resist my urge to lay waste and breath fire to Marley (let's just call the bike like this now).

I call her and that sweet little voice tells me that she's coming down. We lock Marley with her bike and we walk for warmup. I enter my funny state immediately and joke about Rackatatatatburger. It reminds me of the LMG we fired at the army that was so old like from the 40's and made a sound like "Bratatatatatata". Good start.

We go towards the forest and i tell her not to rape me. Yeah like i don't want her to have her way with me. But that will come in time i don't care the slightest about that. I just want to be near her and fill my life with joy and laughter. I am so proud of myself.

We are deep in the forest in roads unknown. I don't feel tired. We just talk and share and we go on and on. The scenery is like an old forest where fierce battles were fought, with a tiny dose of Gottsunda inside. An archer or a hoplite could attack any minute, while on the same time boyz from the hood or people with turtleneck and chain could come out and scream "lightning bolt!" or "Me want da cash brodah!".

We joke about penetrating the forest more. We reach a child's playground with no kids. There are remnants of child's toys from another era. We swing a bit, climb and do some fail stuff before we go on the seesaw. We laugh like little children while we go up and down and her smile made my heart stand still in time and space again. And again. Then she casually says "let's do some push ups". So i joke about doing the windmill and bodypumping and we keep going.

Doggies everywhere! Oh wait there's a cute little one! An old couple owns it and we turn around to head back. I whistle towards the doggie. And the MAN barks at me.

"GRRLRAIRSAGAAWWWW"

Like a murlock i tell you. A troll from the Misty Mountains. V's trying to suppress her laugh and i choke on my own. We see a forest fluffy cat that doesn't bark and we start our way back again. We get to the road. She has no clue where we are.

But the mighty Gottsunda is never lost. Lucky number 7 passes from here. We are at Sommaro and we jog our way back to Blasenhus. We start walking and we walk through the cemetery because it's romantic.

I always felt that jolt when i hug her or put my arms around her or when she looks at me with those piercing beautiful eyes.

We are finally at Rackatatatataburger and we unlock Marley who is cold and wants to enter the building. I put him inside and hope someone steals him.

We go up for water and meet her lovely roommate. I drink 39 glasses of water and a glass of cranberry juice. Did you know they have a saw hanging on the wall? Or that they cleaned everything with smelly vinegar? :D

We talk a bit and i need to get home. We sit on the door for 5 minutes and i ask nothing more than a kiss in both cheeks. I get to give one back too. It's not time yet. Don't kiss me on the cheeks, i will probably not wash them  for a long time haha.

I get down to Marley happy. I hop on and the cold pierces through my bones and skin like a knife on hot butter. I remember texting her "Oh my god it's so cold".

I pedal home tired. But i manage to do it. That relief when you get to your garage door. Priceless. But no regrets right?

I find the strength to study a bit after showering, i send my angel some cute little messages and i consume 500g of bread and cheese. Because i can.

This is how life can be here. You don't have to party every day to have an exciting life. You just need the right people among you.

I am ready to sleep and i text Amy. She is like the bright star of my life in Uppsala, a younger version of me. I will protect her at all costs like a little sister. Haven't seen them for like a week now so we set up a meeting in Tuesday.

We might be hopeless romantics but it's worth going the extra mile for someone right Amy? ;)

I am on my bed. I lie still as the water. But my visions are broken. Head caught in the tide as cruel as the ocean. Dreams are made in the distance. Tonight i will be amongst them. The silence is filling me, and i can hardly touch the ground...

Goodnight Sweden!