I am currently back in the icy hell of stockholm, where i am looking for a new tenant for my apartment so i can leave and finish Ulsa.
I live with my mentally ill father and his completely zoned out girlfriend, in a room somebody died in, right next to the lot my dead mom is buried.
They have been having an ongoing party for ten something years, running around naked and gleefully yelling out random news of war and torture, they have exchanged the furniture for parkbenches, people are coming and going constantly and the only way to stay sane is to get completely wasted.
so thanks for this time barcelona. It was emotional.