We left Lodz a few days early, dropping a planned trip to the ocean, to visit my father in Malmö. He lives in a old apartment close to Möllevangstorget: an excelent shopping, cafe and nightlife-district.
He has been fixing up the appartment since he moved in a few years back, and while Im sure the conditions would have been unlivable for many, the apartment has become steadily finer through the years and a sence of accomplishment lies within the walls.
My papa is one of the coolest guys I've ever had the pleasure of getting to know. So relaxed you hardly can feel that he is a worker close to the bottom our society. A traveler and scientist who lost it all on a gamle.