nattskatta

Today it's five years since a tsunami washed over the shores of the Indian ocean and killed thousands of people. A few of them were Swedes and we couldn't just shake it off like we usually do when such things happen in distant corners of the world. At the time I was in the eighth grade and one of my classmates was spending the vacation in Thailand. She never returned. Every year by this time, the slightly guilt-tinged memories emerge, and therefore I write this in memory of Mio. A sad theme for a supposedly happy holiday, but it's there nontheless.