we met in Berlin
En kväll förra året sprang jag in i en kille på en gata i Berlin. Det visade sig att han var amerikan. Sedan träffades vi i Göteborg och då visade det sig att han spelar gitarr, är helt fantastisk och världens roligaste. Sedan gick det en sommar, och en höst och en vinter. En dag fick jag ett brev, ett riktigt sådant. Det var mycket skype hit och dit, många vakna nätter på datorn istället för sovandes i sängen. Mycket tankar, mycket känslor. Sedan blev det ett nytt år, nya möjligheter tänkte jag som många andra. Sedan gick det knappt en vecka. 11 tusenlappar fattigare. En biljett tur och retur till Dallas rikare.
One evening last year I ran into a guy on the street in Berlin. It turned out that he was from USA. After that we met in Gothenburg and then I found out that he knew how to play the guitar, that he's fantastic and the funniest boy ever. After that summer came, and fall and winter. One day I received a letter, a real one. Many hours spent at Skype, lots of nights spent on the computer instead of sleeping. Lots of thoughts, lots of feelings. Then there was New Year's, in other words new possibilities. One week later I had -11 000 swedish crowns on my bank acount. But I had one round trip ticket to Dallas.
One evening last year I ran into a guy on the street in Berlin. It turned out that he was from USA. After that we met in Gothenburg and then I found out that he knew how to play the guitar, that he's fantastic and the funniest boy ever. After that summer came, and fall and winter. One day I received a letter, a real one. Many hours spent at Skype, lots of nights spent on the computer instead of sleeping. Lots of thoughts, lots of feelings. Then there was New Year's, in other words new possibilities. One week later I had -11 000 swedish crowns on my bank acount. But I had one round trip ticket to Dallas.
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