There's a certain melancholy in old
Swedish small towns - places where time seems
to have stopped. These were once thriving communities filled
with life and movement, but now they lie deserted and silent.
It's almost as if the houses and streets in these small communities
have given up, as if they've realized that no one cares about
them anymore. But they're wrong. For me, it's precisely
in these towns and in that unique atmosphere where
I feel most at home. I care about them.