Lina and Papaya. When I was arriving home to sweden after the months in France I was stying one night in Karlstad with my best friend Lina. It was a silent saturdaynight and we spoke. Lina was sharing the sofa with Papaya and their form was making a golden cut.
The ambience was calm, quiet jazz was whispered out from the corner of the room, the light was softly colored in gold and while her story was mapped out I saw her as on a stage, like as her life was a piece of theather, written and directed by herself. She is a mainactor in a film that can win prices in Cannes.
I love this woman. I love her stories and her way of telling them.