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Saffron Stockholm nights…
“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…
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Women… Fiction… stockholm… More coffee..
” You know, a gentleman always allows a lady to maintain her own fiction” she said It was an unusually pleasant sunny day in Sweden and we were drinking coffee in one of the street cafés when we saw a woman passing by with tears for obvious and only reasons and Ertyass commented on her, in her usual unique style. “Come on! Give me a break” I said, “are you suggesting women live their lives artificially, knowing that they are living in fiction?” I asked. “Well it’s a matter of perspective; fiction can be as real as reality depending on how much feeling or tangibility you can give to it.…