One of my favourite sites in Stockholm. But at night it makes med insecure.
Afraid of every move, every sound.
Is somebody following me? Do I look vunerable? Could I be a victim?
I put my keyring on my finger. The keys are in my hand. Could be a weapon.
I have to call somebody everytime I walk through the park when its dark. Even if I see my kitchen window as soon as I walk into the park.
So close to home.
The first years when I lived in my apartment there was a homeless man sleeping at a bench. He made me feel safe. I left food there a several times to show my appreciation for his excistence.
But I havent seen him for a long time and suddenly the park feel so empty.
By Michaela
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Får mig att tänka på: http://blog.blanknoise.org
http://blog.blanknoise.org/2008/03/blank-noise-this-place.html
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