Coming home to Sweden.

I came home to Sweden to my familys summerhouse in the archipelago. I had nothing much to do and I dreamed this dream.

Johan:Hello everyone! This is my sister!
Sister:Hi, hi!
Johan:People use to think that we look alike. Aw you little gollywog!
Sister: Aow!
Johan:What now?
Sister:AAAAH!
Cyst:Hi, I'm a cyst that has been growing inside your sisters body for almost two years. You can refer to me as your "Cyster".
Johan:Oh, okay. Well then, welcome to the family!
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Shortly after this, we recieved a phonecall from the doctor who said that my sister were totally cured. PHEW!

Still in Rome

Johan:Please don't let me wake up from this daydream please.
Bird:Yeah because in reality you're smoking your lungs away in an dusty old fortress in Rome.

Nina Bunjevac made me do it!

Nina Bunjevac and I was sitting on a bench discussing music.

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?"