It was around 5.A.M., about -15C and almost three years ago, when I was
walking in small streets of Gamla Stan. Old part of Stockholm. I was
passing this window and I can't walk just like that next to it. It reminds
me my grandmother's window. Winter early morning, with light on. Difficult
to fall a sleep, whole nigh awake, doing small things next to old vacuum
tube radio. I was, at that time, small boy sleeping in her huge soft bed.