I must admit, that even though I have had time off, it has been an intense week. Books and writing has been in focus. I bought a review of Swedish poetry (14th century-today) in Uppsala this week. To remind myself. When I went to high school I remember I had a very good teacher in Swedish and also in literature. Baudelaire, Geijer, Fröding, Södergran. And not the least, Shakespeare’s sonnets. I still remember, but need to be refreshed.

The newspaper I read more closely is Upsala Nya Tidning (UNT). The other news I follow on the internet. I saw that UNT arrange a gathering for interesting authors published this year, so I went there this Tuesday. At Universitets aulan in Uppsala. I have been there several times, and it is always a special feeling going there. Conservative traditions. I arrived to Uppsala in the dusk and I had my camera with me. As usual it was windy, and a little cold. Autumn. I thought, I better try to practice photography. Need to go to a course some time. But when? Therefore, I practice and practice.

From the railway station I passed by buildings I remember. LundeQ (famous bookshop) has moved and some other shops are new. I walked through Uppsala to Universitetsaulan and reminded myself when I lived there. This evening was in a way a transition for me; from science to languages and humanism. I no longer study receptors, but writing and languages instead.

I am sharing some photos from my walk, and the evening at Universitets aulan. Several authors presented their nice work, but I only show a photo of Stina Wollter, since she has a connection to Gothenburg, where I studied pharmacology. She has also a connection to Sala, where I went to high school, since she has exhibited her work at the Aguéli Museum. From what I remember, her father Sven Wollter is a true “göteborgare”, and theatre is one of his main interests. In a way, it is also connected to my own writing since my main character Fredrik’s best friend is Sven.

It is actually after midnight, but I felt like writing a few words since I have a day off tomorrow. It is autumn now. No doubt. Rain, little sun and chillier. I stayed with my parents for some time, but I didn’t dare to go for a long walk with my sweetie because hunting is going on.

Since my mother has some difficulties to remember things, I make cinnamon rolls for her. That makes her remember a lot. The flavour of cinnamon and also the sweet taste with raisins that gives a lot of energy. Talk about medicine. Meanwhile, I listen to “söndagsintervjun”, and this time I listened to Ann Sofie von Otter and Fredrik Skavlan.

Ann Sofie von Otter has had, I believe, a terrible year loosing her husband Benny Fredriksson, who more or less was followed by media when he worked with theatre. I am very found of music and theatre, therefore I listened. It must take time to go through such a loss in life. He decided to leave life when they were on a journey to Australia. Furthermore, it is now several years ago, but I remember that when I returned from Norway to Sweden I often watched Skavlan to adjust myself from Norway to Sweden. I almost couldn’t talk Swedish when I returned, I remember. If Fredrik is going to have some interesting interviews this autumn I will watch again. He is good at making people talk.

This evening I listened to some authors presenting their writing in Uppsala at universitetsaulan. I will write more about that later, and til then, I have some nice photos I will share. But, first these autumn photos with my dearest sweetie.