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Today I had to go to the pharmacy as I needed to buy instant cold bags. Instant cold bags are the shit. I have recently discovered it as I injured my arm and thought it would be fun to keep on rising the rhythm and intensity of the trainings for three months before getting it checked, why not?

As I walked back home, which I was doing fast due to the strong sunlight of the late afternoon, a sweet old man stopped me, calling my attention out loud. I obviously thought “what have I done now?”*.
Lucky me, I had done nothing this time, but walk at a light and fast pace, which the old man had noticed as he walked slowly in the opposite direction, leaning on a cane.

He offered me a deal, my feet for his and considering I’m spending the weekend doing oikomis and kakarigeikos I had to decline. I hope everybody understands.

I’m an optimist, blogging Friday night. Good weekend everybody 🙂

* You might not know this, but I have this use to, well, do stuff. Sometimes I don’t even notice it as I’m doing it, and no, it is not necessarily good.

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Today I walked along NobelvÀgen all the way down to Ystadsgatan, and when I got there I turned right and walked until I got to MöllevÄngenstorget. There I turned left in Bergsgatan, and when I arrived to Södervarn I took Carl Gustavs vÀgen and walked in the direction of Pildammsparken.

Passing by TandlÀkarhögskolan I tried to read such a name aloud and my tongue got into a knot. I almost chocked to death. Luckily the hospital was at the other side of the street so I survived the experience and could keep on with my peaceful Sunday walk(*).

In the park I walked around the lake, teasing the geese (other day I’ll digress on why it’s funnier to tease swans, anyway) chasing them and throwing them sticks, and one even got mad at me and chased me back, hissing and all.

When going back home, I decided to take a different way, because that’s more fun than walking always the same streets, and then, of course, I got lost. But it’s not that I got lost, because I knew exactly where I was all the time, as I was with myself. What I couldn’t tell was where the hell my home was according to my own position. So, to put it short, I lost my home. But, as Malmö is not that big, I ended up finding it after a while.

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