G just arrived home from India and is struggeling uphill with his trusty old bike on the way to Frauental. He’s travelling light with just a stick in his basket.


A is checking some stuff just after we shared a lukewarm coffee prepared and sold by very business minded children, at the yearly flee market in Majorna, Göteborg.


C came to visit me over the weekend. After some tête roullée, tête de veau and tablier de sapeur he had enough and went back to Sweden.