In the motorhome

note:this is me when I try not to think of that my sister had a 18 centimeter long cyst curled around one of her ovaries.

18 centimeters

Johan: Hi, how's it going?
Phone:Well, she is sleeping now. The operation Went well. It had curled around one of her ovaries.
Phone:They will take for analysis now, so in three to four weeks we will now if it was benign or not.
Phone:This ...
Damn ...
This is really hard.

Things that happened at Forte Prenestino, Rome

Me and Mattias Elftorp from C'est Bon Kultur had been invited to participate in the comic-festival Crack! in Rome. The heat was unbearable, but the festival was nice, a bit surreal, but nice. It was held in an old fortress occupied by squatters and took place down in the basement. During daytime we walked around or sat outside in the shade, drinking beer and discussing interesting and relevant things, and during nighttime we were underground, selling our magazines.

Phone:"They removed an 18 centimeter long cyst and one of her ovaries. She is asleep now."
Johan:"Can I have some whiskey?"

Homecoming queen... and leaving!

Hmm ... Why am I not going to bed you may wonder? Am I not tired after everything I've been through? Yes, my friends, I am tired, but that doesn't stop me from instantly going to Rome, after being home for just one second! More comics will come from my trip to Rome, stay tuned this week!

Epilogue

Frida:What a nice place! Good breakfast!
Johan: Yeah, and yesterday was such fun.
Frida:Really a nice ending of our trip!
Johan:Yeah ...
Frida: Shall we take the check?
Johan: Yes! I can pay!
Johan:Hmm, lets see ... If I give twenty dollars maybe I can find some spare change for the tip ... Lets see now ...
Frida: I pay by card.
Johan:But ...
Frida: Well your so slow!
Johan:But I can give you some spare change ...
Frida:I don't want any spare change.
Johan: But maybe if I THROW IT IN YOUR FACE!?

The Final Night

We were again back on the rooftop. We hung out with the other swedes who rented an apartment-hotel in east village owned by Hare Krishna. It was a really nice night, a thunderstorm was going on in the distance and we counted the flashes beyond the skyscrapers. A guy who had been walking around on the roof for a while sat down and spoke to us. The man left and we were beginning to feel a bit drowsy, it was really late. Or early.

Jacob(man in black): Well perhaps it's time to go to bed now.
Johan:Frida, what do you say, shall we hit the road?






The text is lyrics from the song 747 by Kent. They have made an english version o the song also, but as always most songs are best in their original language. English version