Perhaps it is time to say it.
Do we want to move back to Sweden? Mostly we want. Periodically, I get kind of homesick that I lose my breath.
Would I move back to Hille / Gavle? Never in hell.
Now and then asked it from different directions - discreetly and with an effort not to nag - when we are moving home and having children. In the case of children, the answer is "maybe never". I was going to express this in your own little couplet:
About Children.
Mel. Everyone can not love all doing the world (Dr. Artichoke Turns To - HasseåTage)
Everyone can not love the kids doing the world.
Among others I have been particularly hard to fake it.
Children Longing is tämmeligen normal, yes it is.
But especially rare is the course with me, you know.
The first toffle I saw so heel is not in stock.
toffle The second I saw it was as quiet.
I foundered for several years well listened upon stock.
Besides that if kids have not heard a peep.
Not a peep.
Not a peep.
think that it can be so dry in there in one's bosom.
Your children are cute enough and enough pretty good law.
I have, in fact, none of that need.
you praying me I change a diaper or wearing them.
But do not have any one niomånars uthållsprov.
About moving home.
What?
saying it might now. Vanudå? What is wrong with Hille nuda?
And I believe it is: Your Hille's not my Hille.
Your Hille is childhood summers, tobogganing evenings, Backe-party and family.
My Hille is the most traumatic place I had to stay at. Somewhere where I was born outcast, and then it was all downhill. I still get anxiety the yellow brick houses. No matter how much I love you - you - I hate Hille.
I hate 90% of the people in Hille, or the memory of the 90% of the people in Hille. For you, Hille-dwellers friends. Like-minded, funny and warm people who share your interests and your child's school. For me, a fucking Hille-nest of narrow-minded, cultural solve, violent assholes with narrow minds and ugly, contorted faces.
If I had 24 hours to evacuate me to you - my loved ones - the new, nice house in another part of Gästrikland and then allowed to press a button that hunters Mnara the Hille-shit with the soil so it would be the best day of my life. I would burn everything and salty soil and leave left a sign saying: "Here lay Hille. Hell on Earth and härbärje of Satan's own offspring. "
It struck me recently that you have not understood this. That you expect that I will move back to Hille one day.
Maybe we'll move back to Sweden one day - that we would like (but not as long as it is fucking shit Reinfeldt and control). But Hille? Not as long as I can defend myself. I'll be sure to have a cyanide capsule in his back pocket as I can about the circumstances ever force me back to Hille.
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