Dear Thomas,

I was on my way back to the residency from the center. It was just at the beginning of this small hill, by the convenient store where you can pay with almost all currencies (including Swedish krona). In front of me there was a woman in a knee length beige cape, high-heeled shoes and a leather handbag. A bit further on the street there was a man all dressed in black – black jacket, black trousers, and black backpack. As if on cue, they suddenly began to run. She to the right, and he to the left. They didn't run as if they were just in a bit of a hurry, no they ran as if it was a matter of life and death. She turned around a corner and disappeared, so did he. Left, was I, wondering what had just happened.

-Should I run too?
-Was it all planned?
-Was it a beautiful coincident or was it maybe a performance?
-Why did they run? And so fast?

I continued my walk, forever changed.

I hope all is well with you!

Kram,
Johanna