“We Swedish love saffron in our foods” she said. It was my last days in the cold windy Stockholm and I was invited for dinner at her place… the apartment was kaleidoscopic in its own humble way… as if the  the colors of time and space were dancing all around her living room, sometimes beaming with oldness and the coziness that comes with old buildings , and then as you look on the other side the contemporary sofas and sitting tables and ipads and lcd screens  brings you to present times… seeing on one side the African handicrafts hanging around, takes you back to the continent of raw hope, and…