He was nobodys hero.

Han levde ett enkelt liv, bekymmerslöst utan ammorteringar och A-skattesedlar. För honom fanns det bara han själv och sina katter. Sina älsklingar som han alltid älskat. Men som med alla sagor tog även denna slut då socialen kom och tog katterna. Jag lever i samma misär sa han till poliserna men det kallades tydligen för djurplågeri. Hans älsklingar, hans liv var borta. Varför vill jag då leva?

No one's laughing at god.

It was Saturday and the rain made the bike ride home extra hard. It itched all over our hero's body, for years without a bath had turned water into the body's enemy. When he got home he parked the bike on the porch and then walked into his nest. Today’s purchase was a bottle with an alcoholic content and three different kinds of antidepressants.

What was the meaning of life? Life, disgust it or turn your back against it! Is it the lack of life which makes you realize the meaning of life?
Half an hour later the clouds had drifted away from the sky and the sun smiled teasingly against our hero. He looked at the thermometer at the kitchen window, which showed that the temperature began to move closer to a comfortable temperature. He went out to his porch.

An hour later at his feet lay an empty bottle and one or two empty medicine bottles. The ability to count had disappeared during the last half hour. He looked at the threes whose branches danced like there where no trouble in the world.
Beautiful ... wonderful ... emptiness ... darkness ...
It was mid-July and the sun went down…

You'll come back
When it's over
No need to say good bye

I'll come back
When you call me
No need to say goodbye

//Ingemar Andersson

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May 2010