Home again after 2 hectical days in Stockholm. The purpose was to defuel the inside of my upper floor for any creative idea coming up about a very specific subject.
I'm quite often being invited for this sort of sessions, and I love it. It's like opening a tap. It's just pouring out. When it's enough, the tap is closed again and I can go home, completely exhausted.
The exercise requires a continous non-stop intake of good food and lots of water and coffee, because I burn huge amounts of energy and calories. And the belly demands to be fed at least every 4th hour.
Yesterday evening I dined in Kungshallen. Had Danish open cut sandwiches (not exactly as we make them in Denmark, but almost), and a super delicious Creme Brule (un-fortunately miss a vital sign on my keyboard. Sorry) - is pronounced bryll - with preserved rasperies.
On this trip I've realised that I need to visit an expert in hysteria. My fear of escalators has now reached unrealistic proportions, and it's beginning to get on my nerves. 3 times during the past 2 days I've been watching a movie featuring myself in the leading role, in a horizontal position - with the head first of course - flying down into the big, black nothing, landing with my forehead smashing into the ground on the subways platform section 3 stores below. - I promise you, it's not a very good movie. It's also playing backwards. - That doesn't make it any better.