My stay in Oslo was absolutely lovely, and the quiet, easy life with my brother served as a perfect hiatus from everything that’s been going on in my life since that tragic day at the Sydney Airport. Now I’m back in Malmoe again, mourning that the blissful existence with my brother didn’t last a bit longer. My days were beautiful in their simplicity; a morning walk in the Vigelands-park, both mind-cleansing and inspiring, and for the rest of the day I wrote, baked delicious bread, did laundry and cooked dinner for Christian and myself. I was one apron short of the perfect house wife, let me tell you, and a modern one at that; whenever I felt like I needed a break from being creative or doing chores, I’d pick up the plastic guitar and play
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