...I'm a blazer-rat who's either at the office working...or frankly...at the office working. And since I'm a dedicated blazer-rat, there's no time over for the blog-writing-business. Which I cencerely miss. So here is my first posting in like three months and the future of the Mioli's blog writing looks obscure. But stay with me, don't lose faith in me.
I was standing on our balcony this morning looking out over Stockholm, when a deep thought about life hit me. Sunday mornings are like that sometimes for me. Before the sunday-evening anxiety kicks in, you know. :) Well there I was looking out at the building next door and remenessing. That building is, as it turns out, the exact same place I spent some of my scariest days as a child. It used to be a pediatric hospital and my littlebrother, six years old at that time, spent six weeks there after a horriffic traffic accident that he barely survived. When I moved in here in July this summer I looked out from the balcony and totally recognized the building with its large terrace, but I couldn't put my finger on what it was.
Then a few weeks back my mother came over for a visit and asked m if I remembered playing on that terrace while my brother, Marcus was there at the hospital (which is an office-building now a days). And all the pieces fell in place. I was seven years old back then but remember it as yesterday. And I guess that's my deep thought for today. Life goes by in a haste, one day you are at the hospital worrying for your brother's life, the next day you are grown up, married and looking back at those horrific weeks twenty-something years ago. It makes at least me ponder about what happened in between.
