„Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.” “Hell,” I said, “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?” “Yes. I want to ruin you.” “Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too.“ – Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms   Aufschrecken. Atemnot. Ich drehe mich um und suche… Read More The cold swedish winter – the final chapter (4)