End of Edinburgh

I don’t believe in the underwateroom anymore. I don’t believe in the sludgy lake floor.
Fish
Beautiful but disgusting water lily
A decision was made in my days in Sweden
First it might have been a wave of shimmery fairytalesweden. But then reality.
For the first time, I will shooce reality.

It was my grandfather’s kitchen. Jackobsberg (Stockholm) Twelve hours left for soot black Edinburgh.
Grandfather was a bit concen. “I don’t have anything”
But there was some bread and tea.
Outside the kitchen window. There was a dear.
I was overexcited, with have only seen foxes and pigeons the last months.
I point him out.
“yes hi is back” grandfather was mumbling

Kitchen is faling apart, grandfather is faling apart. I am faling apart
The place of safety and childhood. I want to sit in the green armchair and read books about folklore tales as I us to. But the times is going, Edinburgh is waiting.
I need to finish it all.

Edinburgh is beautiful, but sad
I like to be here. There is charity shops with nice ladies, ghostly frightened streets, vintage shops and industryromantic buildings in Glasgow.
I would have been something beautiful.
It’s a bit sad.

But I think about five years.
Then is not as beautifull.
I believe in Scotland and the underwateroom, but I am not going to be there.
I am going to study ethnology as I was supposed to.
Tomorrow I start to finish this.