回来了，回去了. the hours in between. a trying, an attempt, to make sense of it all, or, digestion, reflection, but, no tripod, or quick thinking, books on a table, and the weather, the weather, apologies, it might have been more interesting, to you, had i made recordings, a spontaneous idea from a flight on sterling, a quick purchase at hema, yet a nasty view of the hotel swimming pool at the holiday inn topkapi, and a continuous falling asleep, the inability to get up at the crack of dawn, and a fear of hotel personnel, so then your memory (always fails) for the last (four) hours before the dash for a forgotten jacket – “i’m only here for a day, i don’t live here anymore, i don’t think it would work out for your greenpeace promotion.. sorry….” in haste forgetting thoughts of afore: contemporary swedish souvenirs: svensson jeans and henry geldzahlers words: “russians are the worst expats, no matter how long they’ve been living in another country, 20 years or more, they’re still yearning for russia.” and yes or no quotation marks, alternate shots, dot dot, wipe, dot dot, wipe, and ‘child’ might have been better than ‘baby’, a shock at the dinner table, and the wonders of photoshop when misspelling words in foreign languages, and perhaps one should stick to single lines in future… …but thank you very much for your words, it was nice to see you (again)…