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Master’s Thesis, Day 5(100).

Friday! This day I have spent at the office that is located close to the plant. Got to attend a meeting, saw some of their test equipment, met more people, joined their “Friday-fika” (Friday coffee break, we could call it in English) where super tasty cupcakes were served. And yes, I also got the card with a photo of me. Well… could be worse. I guess I look quite normal. I look happy at least. Maybe that is how I look in real life as well, I do not know. My card says “consult”. Therefore I now feel more important.

Went to the bank today, because my credit card does not work once again. A long queue, had to wait about 45 minutes for my turn. 45 minutes to check in the other persons in the room. One hot guy. Dark, nice looking and relaxed style. Ahh. I would not mind to call him my boyfriend. A strong man (he had big muscles, but not too much) who could protect me from all the bad things in the world. Seeing him, and all the fantasies and dreams created in my head, has made long for sex.

Now it is time to get ready for tonight! A friend from my first years in Luleå, living in Gothenburg since some years, has called me to join her and some of her friends for dinner out.

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It is only memories.

Yesterday night I got a call from the past.
It was from a person who has given me some of the best memories in my life so far. But also some of the worst. Yet I can not hate this person. I was in love. More deeply than ever before.

Sharing the small things.

After breaking up with with my ex-boyfriend, I was together with him from the age of 18 to 22, one of the things I missed was someone to tell about the things that had happened during the day. Things that were funny or interesting in some other way, but too small to pick up the phone to call someone and tell about.

When I was child I told my parents about these things. When I grew up I told my friends, whom I spent most of my time awake with, more and more. When I got together with my ex, he was the one I was sharing all the small “happenings” with. It was when I didn’t have him anymore when I realised how nice it’s to have someone to tell about what has happened to you during the day, and how empty it was not to have anyone. I didn’t have any choise, I just had to get used to it. And I did. Perhaps that’s why I don’t mind traveling alone; the worst is to not have anyone to share the memories from the trip with. I’ve never had a need of beeing in the center of attention, maybe that has made it easier for me. I got used to it. Until tonight when I was writing an email to my other ex, I met him when I was in Spain. I realised that during our time together I had got used to share my “happenings” to him, and now I miss it.

Trasgu.

I will also miss the 24h shop, without door, next to my house.
It’s on my way back home after a night out. Baguette with tortilla, was the choice of tonight.
To know that if I would need something, any day and time during the week, I probably could buy it there is great.

Trasgu. From the Asturian mythology. He is the one with a hole in his hand. He tries to steal things from people, but because of the hole in his hand he drops the things.
I’m sure he does exist, it’s because of him I now and then have to look for things that aren’t where they are supposed to be…
I still remember where I learnt about Trasgu. It was when we were driving down, in a blue Volkswagen van, from the mountains after our “snow trip” in January.

The waves.

After visiting Acuario de Gijón I bought an ice-cream and took the beach walk back home.

That’s something I’ll miss…
Living next to the beach. Walking home and listening to the waves. The fresh air and the sound.

There are always people. Like in the most places of Gijón. The families are having dinners out until 01.00-02.00, that’s when the young people go out and when they go home in the morning, the grandparents are taking their morning walk. During my year here I haven’t felt uncomfortable/afraid once.