Monday, 18th July
The slave and I drove to the
cemetery, it is the other side of Stockholm, an area he has never
been to. It is just a suburb, with lots of detached houses. I hardly
remember it. We laid some flowers at the grave. We were leaving, when
my father came onto the cemetery. At first I wanted to pretend I had
not seen him, but then he saw me, and I think he wanted to flee as
well. He could have told me he is in Sweden! He is here on a business
trip and had some time spare. We went to a local café, the slave
suggested he can go for walk, I asked him to stay. My father was ok
that I am releasing the grave.
We did polite small talk, my father
asked the slave about his home town, how he liked Sweden etc.
My father had difficulties speaking
Swedish, so we switched to English.
We did some shopping and in the
afternoon I did some gardening. I phoned my aunt and told her about
my day. She does not keep much in contact with my father, and he is
her brother!
Monday, 25th July
Oh, by the way, the work at the
town house is all finished without any problems. The Germans decamped
for the week, Per had to let the workmen in, and had a snoop around.
He said it looks as if no-one is living there, but then there was
evidence of them there, too. He says they give him the creeps.
Pride starts on Wednesday, with the
parade on Saturday, and a party in the park Sunday. We will have our
stall Wednesday, Thursday, Friday between 10am and 6pm. There are
events in the evenings, like lectures and smaller parties. Our
visitors will arrive Friday early afternoon and leave Sunday. The
slave will do some hours Wed and Thu. I am working all those days, I
am off today and tomorrow.
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