I’m opening the door of the building and stepping out on the street. A man passes me by. We are going in the same direction. I look at him fascinated and get so curious. Who IS this man? So many things in the scene that don’t add up for me. It’s as if a gal introduces herself as Anna and you see that she is a Bonny. So, we have an older man with a head that could fit on a body of a lawyer, a doctor or a head of agency. Neat jacket, trousers and high ankle boots, all made of leather – could be a motorcycle soldier from the WWII who went through a time portal, an old rocker who got stuck in the 80’s, a biker or a guy from a gay leather scene who modelled for Tom of Finland in his prime. He pushes a wheelchair with some stuff put in a medium-sized cardboard box. Felt the urge to step up to him and just say: “Hi! Can you tell me a little about yourself?”, but didn’t. Next time I meet someone fascinating, I’ll take a journalistic approach, make or break. They say reality surpases fiction. I don’t know what’s this guy’s story but it’s nice when people flip off the Swedish normalization hysteria and don’t give a crap to strive to be recognized as normal. Whatever that is. 
Seen in the Siberia neighbourhood in Stockholm’s inner city on, one Wednesday evening of November 2020.
Galactic carousel ride
(Reading time: ca. 3 min) 🎠 I sure loved my carousel rides when I was a kid. I loved them so much that I led my mom, my auntie and my cousin to the exit, when they got lost at a Christmas market in Essen, Germany. Neither of us …