The Airportline: Observations

I'm sill in Spain. Its still warm. Brutal even. I read and sleep and swim in a pool. In the morning our family walk on the beach with other old people. Some with walking sticks. Its all very middle aged. During siesta we rest, then no one can swim, or walk. Thats how they do it here. If you are Swedish you have to obey. Swedish people are good at obeying. You tell a Swede to stand in a straight line in a snowstorm the Swede will do it. And say nothing about it. I read Bodil Malmsten of course, now a book about a former model who's drug addict parents committed suicide. Now she lives in Paris and steal from rich women. But mostly she is angry, hatefull even. Its very dark and depressing. When I look out the windows of our apartment and see the dry Spanish mountains something doesn't ad up. I don't know Spanish litterature, but I find it hard to imagine a Spanish person writing anything this cold and dark. But a Swede. Having stood in straight lines in snow their whole life? Of course that will leave a mark.