As the plane lands, rains smatter against the window. It's still better than Skåne winter though, it's 25 degrees. Walking through the tunnel joining the airplane with the airport, the wall of humidity encloses me. Somehow it feels reassuring. However, when I leave the building, still wearing my jacket, the full tropical humidity hits me like a wet towel and it feels like all my clothes glue to my body in just a second. When we landed I could see the palm tree forests like clusters of bubbles beneath, and as I passed them in the taxi on the way to the campus, I realize most of it must be planted considering the neat lines they are growing in. This gave me the impression of being driven through an enormous garden, which size my mind could
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