6 Mar 2015 Here, Stockholm looks like Philidelphia. Or parts of New Orleans East. Just twist your imagination, and you will see a worker bee just toiling away in that building over there. Who is she? And what kind of family does she go home to at night? 0
10 Feb 2015 Joe waits for the bus that takes him from his daughter’s place to his own on Hornsgatan. Sitting in the cold, he feels like an alien in his own body. The damned stroke killed one side of him, and the other side rarely cooperates with his brain. Still, he is here. In the cold. While his son takes pictures of him waiting for the bus. 0
