Traveling without moving

It’s all over man! No more thesis, no more essays. I wrote the last sentence tonight 2.05 a.m. From now on it’s all just about chilling out, making friends with strangers, red wine and late night philosophy. No matter if it’s gonna be Barcelona, Copenhagen or Byron Bay, this one’s gonna be the most laidback, warm and pleasant summer since Germans discovered America.

I spent the evening shopping for summer clothes and chilling out at Möllan with Swedish DJ Mafia. We discussed everything from needles (for vinyl players), to riots in Detroit 1967, from Gothenburg’s club scene to Pink Floyd unjustified success in the early seventies, from Swedish wannabe porn stars to endless advantages of designing your own jewelry. Bright people, cold bear and some good laughs. The more I live here the more I realize how cool my neighbors really are. Life is definitely to be lived here and now.

Respect the man with the Ice Cream Van.