Me, My Jeans and Kristin – A Story of Life, Love and Death
During September to November of 2006 I planned, executed and finished a coast to coast USA tour with my music and poetry. It was till this day one of the biggest adventures of my life. In late October I arrived in New York and after having been house and cat sitting for Mr Taylor Mali and his wife I booked a room in a hostel in Jackson Heights, Queens.
One evening a new guest arrived and her name was Kristin. She was speaking to the hostel owner as she came in. It was a clean west coast American accent so you can imagine my surprise when she approached me to say hi and in the cleanest Swedish accent said:
- Hej, jag hörde att det skulle vara en svensk kille här. (Hi, I heard there was going to be a Swedish guy here).
I burst into laughter by the sudden change of language. I hadn’t heard a word of Swedish in months and there stood this beautiful woman with piercing eyes and burning red hair. And there I stood, an Assyrian immigrant from Sweden who wanted to flee Sweden, suddenly giggling over hearing that language I was supposed to call my own. Right then and there, in this dodgy hostel in the middle of USAs ghettos, it felt like home for a moment. The evening progressed and we stayed up all night talking. Read the rest of this entry »
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