Chutney are Scotland

What I am longing for
That frozen smell in the air
That warm darkness

I am of course afraid of the north of Sweden as usual . Afraid of the melancholy, of the darkness and the endless pine tree forests. Afraid of Norrland.
I had to do the best of it.
Cat
I hope not dad gives me another book of landscape architecture again as last Christmas. Give me something morbid about graveyards. Cous I am going to study ethnology
Dad
We have two languish: Owls and landscape architecture.
I am sorry about that but at least we still have the owls.

I long for simplicity, emotionality, It is so easily created in Sweden. It is enough with a gingerbread
Abstraction of mood.

Now I am going to be her for a weak up to a month in Scotland. Everything is about administraty. SAAS. Scotland want me to stay to December.

I miss my old collective.
It was nice.
Horror movie manuscript, Picassos äventyr, Äppelkriget and Pictionary.

I know that Edinburgh wins all the prices in exactingness and beauty.
Horrorbeutifull city. Beggars, art, stripclubs, parks, museums, police sirens are screaming. Madness over the hole city. Is it a war?
Cinemas, clubs and theaters.
Green hills around the city like walls. (almost like Insbruk in Austria)

Chutney in the meny at the bal this Saturday (I was in Sweden)
I like chutney, but it was not easy.
This I can never more eat. Chutney are Scotland.