By Graz and thanks for this time. It’s been SUPER.

Stockholm is dark and rainy.

Gunilla

I wake up early.

I look out my window.

It’s not sunny.

It’s thursday and tomorrow we have the premiere.

I trying to shut down my head from rearranging material. I tell myself: This is a good order. Stay here.

My whole team are incredibly patient with me changing my mind all the time. I don’t know how they put up with me.

Hey Team! You are the best!

All the rest – see you at the show!

On my list with a mix of things to do I always find: WRITE RAND-NOTIZEN.  Oh my God, I forgot to write again! It’s strange to work on a piece about memory, because every time I say: I can’t remember or I think I forgot, it feels like I’m in the piece.

Today I told the others that I was 100 % sure that the Tjernobyl melt down was in the fall 1986. I was sure because I knew I heard about it when I went to filmschool.

– No, it was in April, Pia said, I was in Corinthia then on a football camp. Kenneth googled and she was right. Strange feeling. It was such a vivid memory.

I have a cold and therefor I’m still pretty calm even though we are approaching opening night. Oh that’s a good movie: “Opening Night” by Cassavetes. Or is it Cassavetes? I think so.

It’s so hard to plan things. Now I’m on the train from Vienna airport going to Graz and I was so looking forward to the beautiful part up in the mountains. But I fell asleep and missed it. I was so tired from the bumpy flight. I told the flight attendants I don’t like flying. When the turbulence started they gave me this:

I would rather take the train all the way from Stockholm if the connections were better. Now it takes for ever and in Sweden we can no longer by international train tickets at the ordinary train-ticket-bying-place. If I was not working as a choreographer I would like to fix the train situation in Europe. Next life.