Voices from the past.

I always had a feeling my life was divided into seperate worlds, living in Sweden and Finland was its own world, as being back here is as well. Yesterday I met Maija again. She used to be the roomie of an austrian girl I got to know in Finland. It felt weird, I was thinking the whole evening what it was. Of course I loved to see her, we had become friends in in Jyväskylä, but in a way she didn’t belong here, she didn’t fit into the picture. She woke memories I had already forgotten. Or was it just a fraction of a second that I missed my life up there in the north?

I believe.