I am a asfaltsbarn.
With the two black boots I jump quickly down from the bus that has taken me from the mountains to the capital. In nine hours I have travelled through Sweden and seen both small towns and larger cities. During the trip, I was in love with in the township of Brighton. The old wooden houses bear witness to a time other than the homes in Stockholm are usually mirrors. In addition, the smells of the air cleaner and healthier. Despite the lack of asphalt, and the forgotten receipts that is dropped and blows with the wind along knökfulla streets.
in the mountains to all my essence back to the apartment in Vasastan. The body feels restless despite the fact that the days have been spent in the ski slope. I feel like a stereotypical locals when I now recognize that the silence in the mountains is killing me. Cars honk, the murmur of people and the smell of beer from the beer gardens is a part of me. Both good and evil.
The different parts of Stockholm, go to compare with the different time periods in my life. More or less identify myself with the different neighborhoods. The view from the Liljeholmsbron represents my childhood when I went over the bridge to Högalidsskolan. Well in school was I, but the view over the water was unbeatable. Götgatan is my tonårsår which was marked by several visits along Södermalm, bars and nightclubs. Once upon a time I dreamed about working in the indie that artistbokare.
to Vasastan and the apartment in the old Siberia. About two years ago I took the first flyttlådorna to one on the fourth floor. I had barely taken a footstep on the Odenplan or Rådmansgatan before the move. Vasastan reminded me of trips to the dentist or to the place where the bus four goes from.
Nowadays, the idols I Sveavägen where the cars sweeping past me and my red bike. Along the streets there are bars with öldoft and if I keep pedaling over the Bridge, I end to end on the Liljeholmsbron. Where it all began.
Raffaella Lindstrom is a reporter at Today’s News and play ”Asfaltsbarn” with Magnus Uggla when she longs for Stockholm. Also read her columns about the SJ’s are not so particular scrumptious gräddhylla and skambeläggandet of women who eat, drink and smoke.
