like the violin

I've got the post Herräng depression. I've heard others talk about it, and since I'm fairly overemotional about everything, I figured I'd get it too, so I thought I was prepared. How wrong wasn't I! I'm completely paralyzed. Everything is so different here: It's silent, to begin with, and not everyone I meet are dancers. Why aren't they? Let's just dance, here and now, in the middle of the street, like we do in Herräng!

It's going from a place where things happen literally all the time - there is just no time for sleep, people dance at all hours - to the soft calm of my summer holidays. June was like this too: slow, calm, cosy, nice. I was happy then. How long before I get used to the slow mode of living again? A whole month to go before school starts and things start to happen again.

Still I'm sleep-deprived and worn-out and I don't think I could have taken much more, so ... It's good to be home too, in a way ... Just so very different. I already miss all the people I met, the discussions and games.

I think I'm going to go out and stand on my balcony for a while. Everything is purple and pink and greyish blue there now; I live ont he seventh floor, and I often stand on my balcony when the sun goes down. I like to be a part of it.


The photo shows my friend Hanna, walking from the last dance night at about four in the morning. When we came up to the school area wew we sleep, they had already started to take down the tents were classes were held.