Bye Bye Childhood Home
I've seen it coming for some years now, and today it finally happened.

My parents sold their villa, the house where I and my sister and brothers grew up. The day before yesterday I walked these familiar rooms for the last time saying goodbye. Bye bye living room, bye bye dining room, TV-room, bar, big bathroom, small bathroom, sauna, attic family room, kitchen... and most of all the room in the attic that used to be mine.

The room which have seen so many laughter, tears, emotions. The room where I played my music, gossiped and slept over with friends, kissed boyfriends and had clandestine chocolate orgies with my sister....

Sad one might think. No, not really. More... unreal. I still haven't really got used to the fact that the place is gone now. Not the house, it's still standing. But the very special place where we lived... It's not my parents' furniture, books and stuff there anymore. The only thing left was the old piano the new owners wanted to keep and my parents wanted rid off.

And while they have moved downtown and love it, I guess I'm going to come to terms with it after a while. Going to realize that there won't be any more Christmases or Crayfish parties or Football Eves anymore... I'll have to get use to that place not being ours anymore and that I can't just go there on a whim. That it has been the last time...



Funerals as prime time TV?
Well the other day it seemed like tackiness has reached its peak in the kingdom of Sweden.

A few weeks ago a little girl was brutally murdered and her body set on fire by this maniac who luckily enough has been caught (it was not his first murder by the way) and whom I hope they look up in hell and throw the key away.

For some reason the parents decided they wanted the funeral for their little girl Engla to be televised. And whatever state of shock might have made them to take that decision; I was quite surprised that the national TV went along with it. IMO that is somewhat like making a sad event into a "show" and to me it has passed the line of tastelessness with a large limit. Funerals and sad events like that should not be turned into spectacles and mourning people should not be actors in the media circus.

Someone might argue that this is what the parents wanted, but I'm quite sure they made that decision being not entirely stable and that they might regret it a lot later on. Sure there must have been a way for the TV people to politely turn it down. But nooo - they are all counting watcher's figures

Bad art museum
And while we're at the bad and the tacky - take a look at the Bad art museum [link] (hope anyone of you don't find her- or himself in there )



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for now!

Fly me to the moon
And let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars....

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