I sleep better now with the blanket to myself, but some nights I wake in a sweat to the sound of the neighbors making love. It’s not easier knowing that they’re bourgeois. They still have that little dog who yaps constantly, remember him?

You told me I cut corners, let me correct you. I may not please all, I may seem a bit edgy, I’d like to say sharp. Sorry, I digress. What I mean to say is this: I don’t cut corners. I merely trim them to bring all letters aboard that need to be said. But no matter how trimmed and refined as they are, my message gets lost. Lærke, my point is, from the bottom of my heart, I really do love –

Hope you are doing fine. I called you on Tuesday several times, but you didn’t respond. Perhaps your mobile was low on battery. The last time we spoke you told me that you would be going back to Östersund and write me an email. That never happened. Perhaps you went to Västerås instead. I have been calling several times and I’m wondering if you don’t want to talk to me. But I don't blame you before I hear your point of view. Perhaps you were really sick from the cryptosporidium and couldn't answer the ringing mobile.