Suddenly, my room became empty.
Now it looked almost as I found it when I moved in last August.
Empty white walls. Empty book shelves. Empty closet. Bare mattress on the bed.
I was sitting between my boxes and suitcases, horrified by the amount of things I had managed to accumulate in Stockholm and wondering how many kilos I had over 20…
All at once I received a text message from my Spanish friend:
“Last cig at your window?”



